
# Present Day

Raven turned her key to her apartment and stepped inside, flicking
on the lights as she did so. After a long day of refereeing between
Quicksilver and Jarl Thunder, she should have been exhausted and ready to
unwind, but Raven never got tired. She also never got sick, and when she
got injured she healed almost as fast as she could feel the pain. Of all
her super powers, her healing factor was by far her strongest. It was also
her favorite ability, having saved her life numerous times.

She bent down and unzipped her mid-calf high heeled boots. The boots had
had 3 inch heels when she bought them, but they had since grown a bit of
a platform and an extra inch in the heel thanks to her most annoying superpower.
The little creature who had granted her her powers had told her he would
make it so that she always "looked sexy" as a bonus power. This meant that
clothes she wore had a tendency to shift around her, turning into a version
of themselves which showed off her body to the fullest. If she wore anything
dowdy it would transform into something resembling a tiny bikini without
fail. She had found that if she started off with an outfit that was fairly
provocative, the change would not be all that dramatic. Even when she went with
the flow, she was hard pressed to find appropriate outfits. Today
for example, her ultra-tight blouse decided to pop free of her jeans and
give onlookers tantalizing flashes of her belly button piercings whenever
she shifted her shoulders.

She had learned to manage her most annoying power pretty well these days,
but when she was younger she hadn't yet figured out how it worked and it
had caused her no end of trouble.

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# 18 years ago

"I'll be holding office hours tonight and again tomorrow night, so please come
with questions." Professor White said, wrapping up his class.

Raven stayed in her seat and continued working on the problem set she had
started work on at the beginning of class. The psets were published on
Sunday nights and Raven tried to finish them during class on the following
Monday. None of her classes challenged her much, so she set herself little
games to make them harder. Even though she loved her healing factor, the
supernatural ability to learn concepts and techniques the first time
she was exposed to them and the boost to intelligence she had gotten
were her most useful abilities for her day to day life. This problem set
was harder than most, so it was taking her longer than usual. To be
honest, she didn't mind much because it meant that she wouldn't be
ogled as much by her classmates in the rush to leave. Perhaps she was
being unfair, they didn't ogle much anymore, but it was hard for anyone
to get used to a girl like her showing off a foot of cleavage and a
waste to hip ratio that had helped more than one boy walk right into
the side of a door.

When she put down her pencil a few minutes later, Raven noticed she
was the only one in the lecture hall. Taking advantage of the privacy,
she gathered her things into her backpack and then brought the whole
thing up to her cleavage. As she lowered her bag it dwindled down
until it was the size of a large grapefruit, small enough to fit comfortably
in the crevasse between her pale mounds. She stuffed it down between her
breasts and then adjusted them beneath her skimpy top. When the little
creature had given her a "dimensional purse" as a "bonus power", she had
rolled her eyes, but it was actually very useful. Of course she was too
self-conscious to completely replace her backpack with it, but it did
mean that she didn't have to pay for parking.

She stood up, revealing long fishnet clad pillars of smooth feminine
muscle covered in just the right amount of padding. Raven had always
looked like a wet dream, but after getting her powers it had turned
up to 11. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it sometimes,
but the fact that there was no off switch made it get old.

Her breasts bounced enticingly every time one of her blocky black heels
hit the ground and her hips swayed in that hypnotic gait she had developed
two years ago, but there was no one there to appreciate the sight.
As she left the building, she caught sight of Professor White walking
down the sidewalk next to an unfamiliar woman with dirty-blond hair.
He was moving stiffly, as if intensely uncomfortable, and Raven
wondered who she was. As she watched, a car drew up beside them and
someone opened the rear door. Professor White recoiled from the
figure in the car, but the woman next to him placed her hand on his
neck and he swooned. An extremely disheveled looking man got out
of the car's rear seat and dragged the weakly protesting professor
into the car, while the strange woman got into the passenger seat.

Before she knew it, the car was pulling smoothly out into traffic.
Even before she got her powers, Raven could run, but now she
could *really* run. Of course it was hard to do with her tits
flopping around all the time, so her running form involved clutching
her boobs with one hand while her legs went into a blur. If she
didn't hold onto them they were libel to hit her in the face or
bounce out of whatever slutty top her stupid "always sexy" power
had decided to furnish her with.

She ran after them tirelessly. She could have comfortably followed
them down an interstate, and they were in city traffic. She did end
up nearly getting hit a few times as she crossed the road, but she
had inhuman reflexes and could jump over anything but a semi truck
without breaking stride.

The car stopped at a traffic light, and Raven shot out into the
street to close with them. She slammed into the side of the car
and tried to rip the door off its hinges. Unfortunately, strength
was one of her weakest powers, so all she managed to do was jam
a few of her fingers as she slammed them into the side of the door
full force in the hopes of making grips. The pain had faded almost
before it registered.

"Well that didn't work." She said to herself before exploding into
a perfect front kick. She drew on all her speed to turn her leg into
a blur. The blow hammered into the door with impressive force, denting
it significantly and deforming the frame. She saw the driver turn to
face her with speed rivaling her own. He bared his teeth at her and
she saw that he possessed an extremely unsettling set of fangs.

"Give me back my professor!" She yelled and hammered her boot into
the door again. It had now deformed enough that she could get her
fingers around the edges, so she did so and hauled with all her
strength. The door stubbornly refused to budge, so she slammed
three more kicks into the door until she was finally able to
wrench it free.

An icy hand settled on Raven's shoulder and she felt the strength
leave her in a wave. She stumbled and slid against the side of the
car, turning to face her assailant. The dirty blond woman had gotten
out of the passenger seat while she was fixated on breaking Professor
White out and now held Raven in her draining grip, "You have so
much life in you girl, I'm going to enjoy sucking you dry." She
said, grinning.

Raven lurched to the side, breaking contact for a moment. A moment was
long enough, because her strength returned as fast as her healing
factor could supply it. Her long leg shot out and caught the woman in the
ankles, sweeping her legs out from underneath her and slamming her onto
the pavement.

Raven grabbed the professor's ankles and yanked him out onto the
street. "Let's go Professor White!" She said, then "Sorry about that!"
when his ass slammed into the ground hard.

She scooped him up in her arms and ran away at top speed, breasts
smacking him in the chin every other step. Once they were a few blocks
away she set him down, "Are you ok professor?" She asked.

"Ummmm." He said, "Yeah. I think I need a moment." Looking into her
large green eyes and realizing that she stood nearly as tall as his
own height of 6'1". He glanced down at her feet, "You did all of that
in heels?" he said.

Raven laughed, "Yeah, I guess I did. I have pretty good balance."
To be honest her "always sexy" power made her feel more comfortable
in sexier clothes and that extended to making her even more agile
in heels than she was in flats. It only made sense considering that half
her powers had been dreamed up by a little perv. "Do you have any idea
who they were?" She asked him.

"No. I don't remember anything." He said, his voice taking on a
sing-song quality. Raven looked at his eyes intently, recognizing
the signs of hypnosis.

"Ok, let's go back to your office and talk about this more." She said,
"I'm worried that they could still be cruising around."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." He said.

Professor White summoned an Uber and they rode back to the engineering building
in silence, not wanting to talk about what had just happened in front of
a stranger. Professor White had seen Raven in lecture all semester, and
her figure had inspired the sort of dreams he hadn't had since puberty just
from those his observations of her from afar, but now that she was so
close her body was inspiring an intense response in his own. It was like
being near her was a drug, changing his perceptions of the world. His
awareness was molded to encompass the fullness in his pants and the almost
overripe body of his student sitting next to him. Whenever the car went over
a bump her breasts, each bigger than her head, jiggled and quaked for what
seemed like longer than ordinary breasts could. Something about their motion
fascinated him, soaking up more and more of his attention. Raven's breasts
had to be the most perfect thing he had ever seen. She could have asked him
for anything and he would have given it gladly to be able.

Raven looked over at Professor White and saw that he was staring at her cleavage
dumbly. Despite herself, she felt her nipples growing hard at having hypnotized
the poor guy without even trying. When she had first gotten her powers it had
taken effort to hypnotize people with her breasts, but her bust had grown by
two inches since then and its hypnotic abilities seemed to have grown with
it. It wasn't a power she used very often, but she had yet to find anyone who
could resist for longer than a fraction of a second. When she realized that
Professor White had been hypnotized she had suspected that she would have to
hypnotize him in order to repair the damage that had been done. The anticipation
of it must have loosened up her control enough that he succumbed. She was only
using a tiny fraction of her power, but it had still been enough.

"Come on," She said when the Uber stopped, knowing that he would just sit there
if she didn't prompt him. "Follow me." She commanded.

Tom White felt like he was trapped in a little glass box in a high corner of his
mind looking down as a robot made use of his body. He mechanically followed
his voluptuous student, noting that he could easily see her breasts from behind.
She ate up the ground with long strides that set her wide hips to swinging
dramatically. He hurried along behind her, lost in the overwhelming display of
her bare lower back swaying back and forth and half-moon slivers of her ass
peaking out of the bottom of her extremely short shorts. She led him to his
office and shut the door, then drew the blind.

"Now Tom, I want you to try to remember who those people were and what they
could have wanted." She said.

"I don't remember." He said.

"Hmm." Raven said under her breath. Then a little louder, "Ok, then just look
at me. Can you do that?"

"Yes." He said.

"Good." She purred. She couldn't blame her powers for the way her voice sounded
erotic no matter what she was doing, that had been true before she got them.
"Just look at me." She slid her hands slowly up her belly to cup her massive
jugs from beneath and then lifted them up and squeezed them together to make
her already stupendous cleavage surge up. She bit her lip and slid her hands
around to the side of her breasts to squeeze them together. She continued to
play her her chest for a little while before sliding her fingers underneath
the hem of her tiny top and pulling it slowly up over her head. The motion
displayed a healthy dose of underboob cleavage as the garment slid up over
her head, but then her huge tits won free and dropped back down to bounce
against her chest. They stood out proudly from her chest, obviously pulled
down hard by their own mass, but still possessing a youthful perkyness that
allowed them to support themselves better than the breasts of many smaller
women. Raven's pale skin was completely flawless, but her breasts nearly
glowed with perfection.

"Now Tom, please try to remember for me." She said. She was bringing the
full weight of her hypnotic power to bear now.

"I don't know who they were, but they were asking about something I found
when doing an inspection of the tunnels under the west side of Manhattan
for the city." He said.

"What did you find there?" The black haired beauty asked, walking over to
his desk and taking a seat on it.

"It was an old steam interchange, but someone had set up shop within the last
decade or so and then abandoned it. It was really weird. There were lots of
animals in jars, and one corner was caked in layers and layers of blood, like
someone kept killing there and never cleaned up." He said.

"Why would these people be interested in that?" She asked.

"I don't know. The woman kept asking me if I had seen a gemstone. A piece of
onyx she said. As big as a fist."

Raven crossed her legs, "Well, did you see it?"

"Yeah, it was in a gold necklace hanging from a mirror. It would look good on
you." He said.

Raven smiled. In this state he was libel to just say what came into his head,
and he was incapable of lying to her. "That's sweet Tom. Okay, I'm going to give
you some instructions now so listen carefully. When I snap my fingers you are
going to come out of your trance, you will feel comfortable and relaxed.
Any compulsions that the people who abducted you placed on you will no longer
take effect. You won't tell anyone about my abilities unless not doing so would
endanger someone or I tell you that it is ok." She said, "Do you understand?"

"Yes Raven." He said.

"Ok. Bring me my top." She said. The skimpy gray top had turned into a bulky
sweatshirt when she took it off, and it remained that way for a whole second
after she put it on. Then her powers took hold of it and it shifted rapidly,
the hood disappearing, the sleeves receding until her cuffs were tight around
her biceps, the neck hole rapidly widening until her shoulders were bare and
a foot of cleavage was on display, and the hemline drawing up to reveal her
perfectly flat tummy and itty-bitty waist. Raven sighed.

She snapped her fingers. "How do you feel Tom?" She asked.

"Umm... Good?" He replied, "Yeah, I feel good. Actually, I feel better than I
have in a long time. Is that weird? That's weird."

"Well, you just survived something pretty intense, so maybe that's why." She
said. "Plus, I just hypnotized you to counteract what they did to you."

"Oh, good point." He paused. "That's really weird. I mean I knew that, but
I wasn't thinking about it."

"Do you have any place you can go to get out of the city for a little while?
I think it may not be a good idea to let them try again." She said.

"Shouldn't we go to the police. I mean, it is there job to deal with this sort
of thing."

"I don't think the police have the resources to deal with those sorts of
criminals. I think one of them was a vampire, and that woman was really
scary. She was, like, sucking the life out of us." Raven replied.

"You might be right, but I'm sure they have had to deal with perpetrators
with super powers. Maybe they know a way to get in touch with heroes who
can deal with it." He replied.

"Or I can just deal with it." Raven replied, a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Have you ever done this sort of thing before? Dealt with powered people?"
He asked.

"Well, I've stopped a few muggings, and I've dealt with several aspiring
rapists. None of them had powers though." She said.

"Raven, you're obviously a very capable woman with some unique gifts, but
you can still get hurt. I don't want to see my best student end up in some
sort of super-powered gang war. Who knows what they could do to you?"

"You're wrong. I can't get hurt." Raven replied, picking up a heavy brass
paperweight and smashing it down on her left hand with all of her speed.
Professor White jumped in surprise at the sudden violence and at the loud
noise the weight made as it crunched into bone.

"Jesus Christ!" He yelled.

"See!" Raven held up her hand as the mangled fingers straitened out and
the split skin knit back together.

"Did you really have to do that?" He demanded in irritation.

Raven reddened. "I guess not, but I don't talk about my powers much, and I've
always wanted to do that when I come out to someone."

He laughed, "Well it certainly had an effect on me. Just promise me one thing
Raven."

"What." She demanded, irritated at his paternalistic attitude. *She* had just
saved *him*!

"If you do go after these people on your own, try to find a more experienced
superhero to show you the ropes."

Raven started to reply dismissively, "That's, actually a pretty good idea."

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# Present Day

Raven walked over to her oven and set it to pre-heat while she got the whole
chicken she had marinated two nights ago out of the fridge. The salt and
spices she had rubbed into the skin had thoroughly worked into the meat,
and she was excited to taste it. She pulled a couple of sticks of butter
out of the fridge in preparation for making mashed potatoes and grabbed
her apron off it's hook next to her fridge.

She knew from experience that it wouldn't end up covering much of anything
if she just put it on over her clothes, so she headed to her bedroom and
started to get undressed. First, she she unclipped her hair, letting a
cascade of gleaming black locks tumble down around her shoulders. Raven
never brushed or combed her hair, but it never tangled or snarled and
always looked at least twice as good as any shampoo commercial ever shot.
Other women frequently asked her what products she used, only to be
disappointed to learn that her unreasonably alluring hair was entirely
natural. Her hair had always looked this good, though before she got her
powers it had take effort to maintain.

She pulled her blouse up over the top of her head, revealing her favorite
bra. Cups bigger than her face only just managed to cover the bottoms
of her breasts, stopping a few millimeters north of her aureole and putting
a truly stupendous amount of her divine breast flesh on display. The black
fabric seemed to drink in the light, contrasting sharply with the luminous
paleness of her skin. The edges of the garment were indistinct in the center
of her chest and below her breasts, as if it was bleeding into the shadows
in between and beneath her breasts. Raven looked at herself in her full
length mirror and turned back and forth a bit, admiring her stupendous
body. Her attitude towards her body had primarily been that of embarrassment
even before her transformation into a super-powered sexpot and that feeling
had only intensified and persisted during her late teens. Eventually though,
she had grown to enjoy the way she looked. Now that she was nearing her 40s,
her overriding feeling towards her body was that of pride.

She stepped out of her skirt and pulled on a pair of tiny daisy dukes, then
put the apron on. As soon as she tied it behind her, the apron shifted, clinging
to her body tightly and shrinking to reveal more and more of her breasts.
She focused on the process, doing her best to guide it. She had figured out
that her "always sexy" power worked at least in part based off of her own
perceptions of what was sexy, though it could decide that she had bad taste
if she tried to do something like convince herself that a burlap sack was sexy.
Her ability to guide the process had increased markedly once she started to
embrace her body, which ironically meant that now that she was ok with showing
off, she actually tended to do less of it.

She grabbed her phone and snapped a mirror selfie of herself posting
provocatively with her chest thrust out. As she took the picture, she
used her hypnotic abilities to encode the compulsion to like, follow and share
in the image as well as a compulsion not to draw any connection between
Raven and the superhero know as "Mistress Night" and one to treat Raven
respectfully. The hypnotic effects of her breasts had been strong when she
first got her powers. They had increased dramatically when the freshman 15
had gone right to her T&A, causing her bust to expand by two inches. Since
then, however they had gotten overwhelming. Raven hadn't gained weight at
the same rate she did her freshman year of college again, but she did
steadily pack on the pounds until her healing factor finally froze the
aging process when she turned 32. She had added an additional 4 cup sizes,
but her breast volume had actually gone up by much more than that as her
band size had increased from 32 inches to 36 inches during the same period.
As far as Raven could tell, this had nothing to do with her powers. She was
just blessed with genetics that made her gain weight in all the right places
while her stomach and waist remained trim, toned and tight.

An increase in bust circumference of just 2 inches her freshman year
had turned men's minds into toys. Adding 8 inches had given her a nearly
unlimited capacity for mind control. She no longer needed to bring people
into a trance or even articulate her desires in order to control them,
women, gay men and even aliens were just as susceptible to her charms as
straight men, and she had learned to broadcast compulsions that applied to
all or some onlookers without requiring active concentration on her part.
She had even hypnotized Mentat, who was otherwise immune to mind control.
Raven habitually broadcast a compulsion to feel intense shame when she was
bathing or changing alone in order to discourage peeping toms, so when the
psychic hero cast her sight into Raven's room to check on her, she had
come begging for forgiveness a few moments later. When Raven had asked
Mentat why she was checking on her, the other woman had admitted to wanting
to see her naked, saying that Raven was "the most perfect woman alive" and
that she had turned Mentat gay.

If she wanted to, she could probably take over the world, but Raven didn't
want world domination. In her super-powered persona she preferred to use
her powers for good, so she mostly used her hypnotic bosom to compel people
to tell her the truth, reform criminals, and provide lightning fast trauma
therapy for survivors of superhuman combat zones. In her civilian persona
however, she wasn't above using her abilities to help her career as a social
media celebrity and glamor model along. She had quit her day job as a
civil engineer for the city five years before once she started making
more money off of her sponsorships and deals through being an influencer.
It had given her a much more flexible schedule, which was a boon to someone
trying to fight supervillans, even for someone like her who didn't need
to sleep. It was impossible for a photo taken of her to look bad, so her
modeling photo shoots only took a fraction of the time they normally would
have.

She posted the photo and it showed up in the feeds of her nearly
400 million followers. Aided by her hypnotic compulsions, Raven had quickly
become the most followed celebrity in the world and her following was
always rapidly growing. Her celebrity had effected a subtle shift in public
consciousness. There had been hyper-popular instagram stars before Raven
started being a full-time influencer but none of them had gotten there by
posting what was essentially soft-core pornography. It was now considered
a normal and healthy part of the average adult's sexuality to seek out
the rush of sexual pleasure they got from pictures of Raven. For a little
while gay men and straight women had been very confused about their sexuality,
but the general consensus was now pretty much that Raven was so hot that
everyone should expect to be attracted to her.

With a thought, she sucked her phone into the pocket dimension between her
breasts, that power had also grown stronger with her swelling bust line.
Both because she didn't want the apron to shrink further, and because she
liked them, Raven stepped into a pair of 6 inch platform shoes and walked
down into the kitchen.

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# 18 Years Ago

Raven walked into the police station in a deeply cut black V-neck t-shirt that
ended a few inches above her belly button and a black mini-skirt. She had wanted
to make sure that whatever slutty outfit she ended up in today showed off
plenty of cleavage, so she'd bought clothes that her curse of a superpower
might not change too much. They were the only things show owned which were
at all recognizable as what had been in her draws once she put them on.

She went up to the duty desk, "I'd like to speak with Detective Morrow."
She said.

The cop made an admirable though ultimately failed effort to keep his gaze
off her body, "Umm, yeah. Uhhh, go down the hallway, turn left, third door
on your right." He said.

"Oh." She replied, then smiled warmly, "Thanks!" She had been prepared to
hypnotize it out of him, but she now realized that it probably wasn't
sensitive information.

She turned on her heel and walked purposefully down the hallway that the
cop had indicated, giving him a spectacular view on the retreat.

She stopped at the door he had indicated and knocked, "Come in." A voice
commanded. She opened the door and went in. A man in his thirties with
a day's worth of stubble or so looked up from his computer, had the
most surprisingly erotic experience of his life, and collected himself
in a handful of heartbeats. Raven gave him a moment. She was used to it.

Once he looked at least somewhat recovered, she said, "Hi, I'm I was hoping
to talk to you about Ink."

"Do you have a crime to report?" He asked.

"No, no, nothing like that. I just want to know about him." She replied,
sitting down and crossing her legs.

"Well, I can't share any information about the vigilante known as Ink.
I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing Miss." He replied,
a little disappointed to have to kick out such a gorgeous girl so soon.

Raven got up and placed her hands on his desk, leaning forward so that he
could get a good look down her shirt. "I think you know a lot about Ink. You've
been involved, at least peripherally, with 3 out of the last 4 major incidents
involving him. I think you know him, or you know someone who does. Now, be
honest with me Detective Morrow. Do you know Ink?"

He looked at the breasts hanging a few feet in front of his face, and felt
his duties and obligations slip away to be replaced with a need for obedience
towards the black haired beauty who had just walked into his office. "I do."

She smiled, "Great! I want to know everything." She said, sitting back down.

The dazed detective spoke for nearly an hour, detailing his initially
contentious and then grudgingly respectful relationship with the superhero.
The combination of Raven's super learning and heightened intelligence gave
her a nearly eidetic memory, so she didn't take notes.

"Well, thanks Morrow!" She cooed once he finished. She felt like she was playing
a role. By day she was the perpetually embarrassed Raven Polanski, but by night
she was the mysterious and alluring, well she hadn't quite figured out a name
yet. Still it felt good. She started heading towards the door.

Right before her hand touched the knob she spun around, "Oh, I almost forgot.
You're not going to tell anyone about this meeting of ours, you won't feel any
resentment or ill will towards me." She paused trying to think of any other
instructions it would be good to give him. "And if I ever show up in any
investigations or anything like that, you'll do your best to protect me. Got
all that?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied.

"Good!" She smiled. "Oh, and give me a call if you run into any weird cases.
Like, superhuman stuff. You can reach me at this number." She said, coming
around and sitting in his lap so that she could scrawl her phone number down
on a scrap of paper. She could feel that he was rock hard under his pants.

"Ok, bye!" She said brightly and walked out the door. She grinned, feeling like
a million bucks. *Using my powers for something besides regular life is _fun_*
she thought, *Even if I've mostly just waved my tits in someone's face.*

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# Present Day

Raven walked back to her kitchen and put the chicken in the oven before staring
to prep some mashed potatoes. She had always loved cooking, and thanks to her
super learning, she had the skills of a Michelin star chef. She put her skills
to work as she bustled around the kitchen. As she worked, tendrils of spun
shadow detached themselves from the deeper darkness at the back of her cupboards
and draws to hand her spices, ingredients and cooking utensils. Command of the
shadows was probably her most iconic power as Mistress Night, and it was the
only ability she hadn't gotten along with all the rest when she was 18.

The chicken was halfway done when there was a flash of light out on her balcony.
She put a little extra sway in her step as she walked over to unlock the door
and let in a tall blond man clad in a tight costume that looked like it was
woven from sunlight. "Come in, come in!" Raven said.

Even after knowing Raven for months, it still took Kyle Lox a few moments to
tame his inner caveman every time he saw her "Mistress Night, I brought wine."
He said, holding out a bottle of red.

"Lovely!" She said taking the bottle from him and wrapping him in a hug of
greeting. The semi-chub that Kyle perpetually sported when he was around
the voluptuous black haired bombshell in front of him turned into
a throbbing rail-spike as soon as her soft body pressed against his.
She pressed her chest hard into his and held on longer than was entirely
necessary for a greeting so that when she pulled away his breath was
a little ragged.

"Let's get this in glasses." She said, holding up the bottle before turning
away and walking back towards her kitchen. Kyle goggled when he realized that
she was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny shorts and a bra under her apron.
He closed the door and hurried in after her. Not for the first time he goggled
at the fact that he could see her breasts from behind. If any other woman had
greeted him in such attire he would have been sure it was a come on, but
Mistress Night had explained her curse to him, so he tried not to read anything
into it.

Raven poured a couple of full glasses of wine and handed one to Kyle. A
significant downside of her healing factor was an inability to get drunk,
but she still enjoyed alcohol. "I hope you don't mind, I'm not quite finished
cooking." She said.

"No, that's fine. Is there anything I can do to help you?" He asked.

"Actually, yes. I'm going to put you in charge of the potatoes. For
now you just have to monitor them..." Raven gave Kyle a run down of
what he needed to do in order to make the perfect mashed potatoes.

They chatted amicably as they finished cooking the meal. Raven seemed
to float effortlessly around the kitchen, doing everything at exactly
the right time without seeming to need any obvious effort or displaying
the signs of stress that Kyle was used to seeing when someone undertook
such a complex meal. He brought up how relaxed she seemed, and she just
laughed and said that it was nothing special as one of her several of her
shadow tendrils threw together a salad, while several more served appetizers.

"It looks like the chicken is just about done." Raven said. Kyle felt he
had been doing a pretty good job of maintaining focus considering his
proximity to Raven's body, but when she bent over to insert her instant
read thermometer into the chicken it thrust her ass right at his face.
Her tiny jean shorts rode up between her cheeks exposing most of her
bulging ass. He wanted to sink to his knees and bury his face between
the soft flesh her pose was presenting to him. His erection had softened
slightly since their hug, but now it came roaring back with a vengeance.

Raven straitened up and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, Kyle was
staring at her ass in a daze of lust. Her booty did not have the hypnotic
power that her bust did, so she knew that his distraction was due entirely
to her natural allure. She wiggled her butt playfully and giggled, "Something
tells me you have more on your mind than just chicken."

Kyle reddened, "S-sorry. I-"

"Shhhh." She cut him off, pressing her finger to his lips. "I don't mind."
Her smile grew, "In fact, feel free to look as much as you want as I take
the bird out." She said. She pulled on pot grips then made a big show of
opening the oven door and bending over at the waist. Despite the fact that
she had super speed and enough strength to lift a mid sized car, she seemed
to take a long time getting a grip on the pan that was solid enough to
remove it from the oven. The whole time she shifted her weight back and
forth from hip to hip in a way that drove Kyle absolutely wild.

"I really shouldn't tease you so." She said with a giggle after she set
it down on the stove top. "But your face turns the cutest color when I do."

Kyle felt himself redden even further. "Do you want me to help you carve that?"
He asked in order to distract her, and himself, from the fact that she had
just turned him into a ball of quivering lust.

"That would be great! I'll start bringing some of this other stuff out to the
table." She replied before leading a procession of shadows laden with dishes
out to her dining room.

When she came back she watched him work for a few seconds before saying,
"Is it alright if I show you a neat trick?"

"Sure." Kyle replied.

"So, you hold it like this," She reached awkwardly over to wrap her hand
around his, "then you- here let me" she wormed her way in front of him
so that his arms were wrapped around her. He pulled back to give her space
to work, but she just grabbed both of his wrists and jerked him forward
until his whole body was pressed against hers from behind. The heels
she was wearing meant that they were the same height, so his head
poked through over her shoulder. As he looked down to see what she was
doing, half of his view was obstructed by the most perfect breasts in
existence.

"It's all about applying even pressure." She said as she readjusted her
ass so that the large bulge in his pants was positioned right between
her cheeks. "See, look at that breast." She continued seriously, seemingly
unaware of the innuendo. Her ass shifted and clenched, gripping his cock
through his pants as she spoke. Kyle couldn't see too much difference
between his technique and Raven's, but there was no way in hell he was
going to do anything to jeopardize this lesson.

He nodded and said, "I think I get it. Maybe you could show me again." He
pressed even closer to her.

"Sure, it's just like this." She replied, slowly moving his hand in a
slicing motion and giving several squeezes with her ass as she did so.

"And does this only apply to breasts?" Kyle wasn't paying attention to the
chicken at all, though his gaze was laser focused on some mouthwatering
breasts.

"Yes. There is a whole other technique for thighs." She said, bringing her
own thighs to the forefront of Kyle's mind. He couldn't see them now but the
memory of her full thighs extending down below her daisy dukes.

They continued cooking together for another fifteen minutes, and Raven
never seemed to miss an opportunity to brush up against Kyle. Her hips
and ass were constantly sliding over his groin as she slid past him to
grab an ingredient or check on a dish. Her considerable bosom was always
being squashed against Kyle's back or arms as she leaned over to examine
something he was doing and give pointers. Through it all she displayed not
a hint that she had any idea what her body was doing to him, even as her
every touch threatened to tip Kyle over the edge of orgasm. Indeed, if Raven
hadn't implanted a compulsion not to orgasm until she willed it, he would
have already coated the inside of his pants.

"Well, it looks like we are ready to dig in." Raven said as she put the
finishing touches on their plates.

"Wow, this looks great!" Said Kyle, momentarily distracted from Raven's
onslaught of allure by the food. It really did look fantastic.

"I hope it tastes as good as it looks!" Raven replied. She was reminded of
another meal she had eaten a long time ago.

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# 18 Years Ago

"Bye Jenny," Felix waved as the last of his co-workers left for the night.
He was closing up shop tonight, as he did most nights. He enjoyed being alone
in the dark restaurant, so he didn't mind. He waited until Jenny was out of
sight before closing the door and drawing the blinds. He called on the shadows
near the back of the restaurant, and they reached out with long many-fingered
hands to close up the shop.

He sat down and closed his eyes, allowing his senses to spread out though the
shadows around him. He loved just feeling the night like this. He had done it
for as long as he could remember, and it never failed to bring him a sense of
peace, that is until he sensed something that set off his alarm bells.

A woman was walking towards his restaurant, and something about her made the
shadows wary. She was only half a block away, so Felix let his body melt away
into shadow as black as the Ink after which his superhero persona was named.
He oozed up the wall to hide in the shadows above some cupboards and sank deeper
into shadow to watch her even more closely. When she drew level with the
restaurant's front door she stopped and knocked. "Hello? I'm looking for Felix.
I was told I could find him here." She called.

She was definitely more than human, but that didn't necessarily mean she was
evil. A tendril of shadow unlocked the door which swung open to reveal an
entirely empty room. "Okay, not creepy at all." Raven said to herself. She
fished her phone out of the pocket dimension between her breasts and turned
the flashlight on before stepping into the room.

"I just want to talk!" She said, wandering around the room sweeping the beam
of her light around.

Her heels clicked in the silence as she walked over to one of the booths.
"I have a problem that I think you might be able to help me with." She
said, sitting down.

Felix could not see what she looked like, only feel her with his shadows,
but that was enough to drive him to distraction. He had never felt such perfect
curves before. The shadows that her body cast echoed her voluptuousness and
whispered to him with promises of ecstasy. The shadows which pooled between her
breasts sang to him with such a siren song that he pulled back afraid he might
loose himself in it.

Raven tried to raise her hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face but
found that she couldn't move it from her side. She strained with all of her
considerable strength, but still could not move an inch. Looking down, she
saw dark shadow ropes sliding over her arms and legs, knotting over themselves
in layer after layer. "What are you doing to me?" She demanded. "Let me go!"
Shadows flowed up around her torso, and for the first time since she got her
powers, her body was fully covered from head to toe.

A clot of deeper darkness flowed down from the ceiling and into the bench
opposite her in the booth. It shifted and a young man was sitting in front
of her looking at her intently. "Who are you?" He asked quietly. His voice
seemed to come from all around them, as if the shadows themselves where
speaking in chorus.

Raven gulped. What had she gotten herself into. "I-I'm Raven. I just wanted
to talk to you." She said.

"Then talk." Felix said, sending his voice through the shadows.

"I-I know you are Ink. My Professor got kidnapped and I thought you would be
able to help me." She said in a rush.

Felix frowned. How had she figured out his identity? "How long ago was he taken?
Have you contacted the police? Time is of the essence here."

"Oh, he's fine now. I got him back, I'm just worried that the people who took
him will try again."

"If you saved him the first time, why do you need my help?" He asked. "I
can tell that you have powers."

"I really have no idea what I'm doing with this whole superheroing business,
and I thought I should ask someone with more experience." She said, "I'm
starting to think that was a bad idea."

Felix looked at her for a long moment before he spoke in a normal human
voice, "Sorry about tying you up. I got kind of wigged out when I felt
a powered individual coming towards me. This sort of thing usually doesn't
end well for me." When he finished speaking he let the bindings slip
from Raven's body.

As they slid away the dark green strapless tube top she was wearing came
into view and Felix was treated to a view of the most delicious cleavage
he had ever seen. He stiffened immediately, watching her pale breasts jiggle
with the final retreat of his shadows. Raven felt a familiar wave of
embarrassment as far more cleavage than she would have chosen to display
was revealed, but her embarrassment was muted and overwhelmed by a blossoming
pride. Ink might be a powerful and experienced superhero, but he was still
just a man and just as helplessly attracted to her as any other man she had
met. Finally embracing her abilities was changing her attitude towards her body.
Her beauty made her powerful, and she was beginning to enjoy the effect she
had on men. She let Ink stare at her boobs for a few more moments, feeling
his mind and toying with the idea of hypnotizing him. It would be so easy to
push his lust addled mind into a trance and dominate him. Her nipples stiffened
at the thought, making large dents in the thin fabric of her tube top.

"Oh, that's quite all right. You had no way to tell if I was a threat or not,
but now you can see that I'm perfectly safe." She said in her erotically charged
voice.

"Perfectly safe." Ink repeated, staring at Raven's boobs in a daze.

*Oops* She thought, *I guess I hypnotized him.* She hadn't put any real effort
into it, but her perfect breasts had snared his mind immediately. "You're just
glad you get to help a woman like me, aren't you?"

"Yes, so glad." He replied.

She gave a heart wrenching smile, "Great! When I snap my fingers, you are going
to come out of your trance. You won't remember that I hypnotized you but you
will be helpful and attentive to me." She held one elegant hand in front of his
face and snapped her perfectly manicured fingers.

Felix smiled as a warm feeling spread through him. Raven made him feel safe
and happy, and he wanted to return the favor. "Have you eaten yet? I can make
you something while you tell me about your problem." He would feel more
comfortable serving his alluring visitor. There was something about her that
made him feel like a servant in the presence of royalty.

Raven had had a light dinner earlier, but it was late and she was starting to
feel hungry again. She had been trying not to eat too much ever since the
freshman 15 had added 2 inches to her bust and hips. Her trim 26 inch waist
had not changed at all, so if anything it made her look even hotter, but Raven's
curves were already a constant source of embarrassment without getting any more
stupendous. Now though, the increase in hypnotic power that had come with her
swelling bust seemed worth it. Raven wondered how powerful she would become
with an even bigger chest. "That sounds great. Surprise me." She said.

"Yes ma'am." He said. It came out more servile than cheeky as he had intended.
Raven found herself growing wet at the submissive note in his voice. It somewhat
surprised her to be enjoying this so much, but she felt as if she had finally
let herself off the leash.

As Felix cooked, Raven told him about Professor White's kidnapping. She glossed
over the fact that she had hypnotized the guy after saving him, but otherwise
faithfully reported what had happened.

When she was finished talking, Felix set a large plate of food in front of her.
"Oh my god, this looks amazing!" She cooed. Felix beamed with pride at the
praise. A feeling of accomplishment washed though him at having made Raven
happy.

"You didn't mention how you got your powers. Do you mind if I ask?" He said
as she began to dig in.

"Wow, this is really good." She said washing down a bite of chicken with a
sip of red wine. "To be honest it is a really embarrassing origin story."
She said. Normally she would be to embarrassed to tell it to anyone, but
the way Felix was looking at her with such adoration made her feel safe to
tell it.

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# 20 Years Ago

Raven shook her flashlight in annoyance. "Don't break now you stupid thing."
She wasn't looking forward to making the trip back through the winding tunnels
under her school without a light. The tunnels had been decommissioned 40 years
earlier, but students still came down to explore. The last time Raven had been
down here with her friends they had found an as-yet unexplored passageway
branching off from one of the deepest points they knew how to access. They
hadn't been able to get in at the time, but now a few weeks later Raven had
returned alone with new gear.

The flashlight flickered back on and Raven set it on its side on a shelf next
to the door she wanted to work on. She drew a set of lock picks from the back
pocket of her jeans and slid the tension wrench into the keyhole while inserting
a long rake to slide over the pins. It proved extremely fiddly and annoying, but
she eventually managed to use what she had learned through YouTube videos and
the lock clicked open. She grinned and pumped the air before picking up her
light and pushing th door open. A shower of dust fell down to settle on her
shirt, which she brushed off, causing her large breasts to jiggle beneath her
tight t-shirt.

There was a cramped hallway behind the door, which she followed until she came
to a tight spiral stair which led even further down. "Awesome!" She said.
She made her way deeper in the small pool of light afforded by her flashlight.
The stair came to an end in a circular room with a floor made of flagstones and
a tall arched ceiling. She swept her beam of light over dusty benches against
the walls and what looked to be some sort of alter in the center of the room.
"Weird." She breathed before stepping off the stairs.

As soon as her foot hit the flagstone floor, the room burst into light.
"Welcome Petitioner!" A little man said in a full throated yell as he
burst into being on top of the alter. "I am the almighty boob god-"
He cut himself off when his eyes fell on Raven's chest. "Yowza!"
He called and his eyes bugged out of his skull by several feet as
if he was in a cartoon. "You came with lots to trade!" He said with
a lecherous grin.

Raven tried to turn to leave, but found that the staircase had been
replaced with smooth wall. "What happened to the stairs? Let me out
of here!" She demanded.

"Not until you hear the offer I have for you." The little man said.
"Boobs for power, that's the name of the game. You pay a price in cup
sizes and I grant you power in exchange!"

"Wait, so I get smaller boobs and super powers?" She asked. That would
be awesome. She had been planning on getting a reduction once her breasts
stopped growing anyway. She had been on course to win states in track before
her chest and butt exploded her sophomore year of high school, and now her
big boobs were always flying around as she tried to run. "Will you let me
trade my ass as well?"

The little man pursed his lips, "Normally no, but..." He made a turning motion
with his finger in the air.

*God, what a creep* Raven thought before turning around. "Happy?" She asked.

"An ass like that, I'll trade for. 2 inches off your ass will count for 1 off
your bust." He said.

"Ok, so what kind of powers can I trade for?" She asked.

"Oh any kind. Some might just require more titty." He said with a cackle. "I
can tell you are going to be a good customer, so I'll give you a little sample."
He snapped his fingers. "Now reach into your cleavage."

"I'm not sure-" Raven started.

"Oh, right, you don't have any with that shirt." He snapped his fingers again,
"Here's another teaser power. Now you'll always look sexy." As he spoke Raven's
clothes shifted. Her jeans got even tighter, hugging her legs like a second
skin and showing off the delicious curve of her ass. The neckline of her t-shirt
plunged until it became clear that the 32F cup she was wearing was at least a
cup size too small. "Now go on, reach in there!" He said.

Raven looked down at herself in shock. "Oh my god, I look like such a slut." She
said.

"But a very sexy one!" The nasty little god replied cheerfully. "Now." Suddenly
his eyes flashed red and the whole room reverberated with his voice. "Reach into
your cleavage."

Raven stumbled back against the wall, "Jeez, ok." She said *fucking creep* she
thought to herself. Hesitantly, she slid her hand into her creamy cleavage,
not knowing what to expect. When her hand had plunged in up to the elbow and
her entire forearm still felt encased in warm breast flesh she realized what
was going on.

"It's bigger on the inside!" The little god crowed triumphantly. "Neat right?"

"Weird is more like it." Raven said, though she did have to admit that the
ability might be useful. She wouldn't have to worry about finding clothes with
pockets quite as much. "Do all the powers have to be boob themed?" She asked
in trepidation.

"No, no." He replied, "Though I certainly wouldn't object!" He gave a little
chuckle. "Though, you should be aware that any such powers will get stronger
and weaker with the size of your bosom. If you trade away too much titty your
pocket dimension won't be much larger than your actual cleavage, so be careful!"

Raven chewed her lip trying to figure out a good power to ask for. She had
always been anxious about death and aging on some level, so she found the
idea of a healing factor pretty appealing. "Can you make it so that I
heal from anything pretty much instantly? Oh, and I stop aging at some point."
She tried to think of a good time, "I guess at 32 I stop aging." She didn't
want to look like an 18 year old when she was over 200 years old. Early
thirties seemed to strike a good balance between appearing to be a mature adult
and retaining her youthful vigor.

The little god looked at her, "That's a big one. It'll cost you three cup
sizes."

That would turn Raven's G-cups into DD-cups, still bigger than she would prefer,
but a big improvement. "Ok. Deal." She said.

The boob god snapped his fingers.

"Nothing happened." Raven said, looking down and breasts just as full as they
had been a moment before.

"Oh, all the changes happen once we finish dealing." The little god replied.
"Do you want to stop there, or do you have more you want to trade."

"I guess I'll trade some more." Raven said. "Can you make me really fast?"

"Sure, you can spend however many cup sizes you want. The more you spend,
the faster you'll be."

"I guess I'll spend 2." That would make her a C-cup.

"Sounds good!" He snapped his fingers. "Anything else?"

A C-cup was still on the bigger side. Raven wanted to feel as light and free as
she had before the triple dose of puberty. "Can you make me stronger. I'll
spend one cup size on it."

"Your cleavage dimension is going to get pretty small." He warned.

"That's ok." Raven said. That power was pretty weird, and she didn't feel too
broken up about trading it for super strength, even mild super strength.

The little god sighed and snapped his fingers. "Will that be all?" He asked
hopefully. It seemed he didn't like the idea of Raven becoming too flat, which
seemed strange given that it was him who was making so.

"Umm." She was about to say yes before she remembered her ass. She didn't want
to go from being famous for her hourglass figure to being famous for her ass.
"No, you said I can trade my ass too right?"

"That ass, yes." He said with a lecherous wink.

She thought for a while trying to think up good powers. "Can you make me
smarter? I'll spend 2 inches off my ass on that."

"Done." The boob god snapped his fingers.

"How much would it cost to make me be able to learn things super fast?"
She asked.

"How is that power different than the intelligence boost you just traded for?"

"I guess learning speed is part of intelligence, but there are other parts like
abstract reasoning and whatnot right? I want a boost just to my learning
abilities so that I can super easily pick up new subjects and knowledge." She
said. This was her best idea yet. She would hardly have to study at all now.

"Hmm. I guess you can spend however much you want on it."

"Ok, then I'll spend another 2 inches off my ass." She replied. If she spent
another 2 inches she would retain her perfect hourglass figure, though it would
no longer be as exaggerated.

She thought for a while. What else did she want? "I'll spend another 2 inches
off my butt to make my senses better."

"Done." The boob god said, snapping his fingers. "Is that all?" He asked
hopefully.

Raven thought for a while. "Yep." She said.

"Ok. Prepare to pay the price." The little god said and clapped his hands.

Raven brought her hands to her chest, preparing to feel her breasts dwindle
away into perky little handfuls. Instead, to her dismay, she felt her bra
creaking as her heavy chest expanded. "W-What's happening? I thought I was
supposed to shrink!" She said as her bra expanded and her t-shirt shifted to
accommodate her growing mass. Her jeans creaked and strained as her bouncy
ass swelled steadily larger and larger. Raven had been curvy before, but
she was now rapidly reaching new heights as she transformed into a fertility
goddess.

The boob god's eyes bugged out, "Holy moley! You're blowing up!" He said.

"I can see that!" Raven said angrily, "Why?"

"Well, you must not like your boobs very much, so shrinking your boobs wouldn't
be paying a price at all, now would it?" He explained.

"Aaaaaagggg! Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded.

"Well, I assumed you loved your boobs. I mean look at them! They are perfect!"
He said. Raven had to admit that she looked hot, but she also knew her figure
would make running difficult. Although, now her super speed should make up
for it. The worst part though was the fact that this stupid "always sexy" power
was making her look like a skank.

"I look like a slut! Can you take back that stupid power that's making my shirt
show half my boobs?" She demanded.

"Sorry, all trades are final." He said and began to dance an annoying little
jig.

"But I didn't even trade for it!" She exclaimed.

"Well, I guess I could give you something that might help. You're the first girl
who has boobs big enough to fuel this power." He said and snapped his fingers.

"What did you do?" Raven demanded.

"Oh, I just gave you hypno-tits!" The little god said with a grin. "Now if
anyone gives you trouble for the way your clothes look, you can just hypnotize
them to shut them up!" He gave her a double thumbs up.

"Oh my god." Raven said, "No more!" She was worried he would turn her boobs
magnetic or something next.

"I was only trying to help." The little god said. "It's a pretty good power."

"Umm. Can I leave now?" Raven asked. Her breasts had almost doubled in size
and her clothes refused to do anything to hide that fact. Despite all the
cool abilities she had gained, Raven wasn't sure she was happy with the
outcome.

"Fine." The god gestured and the stairs reappeared. Raven pointed her flashlight
into the gloom and retreated as rapidly as she could, which turned out to be
quite rapidly now that she had super speed.

When she got back to the dark tunnel she realized that she could easily see
the whole room when she had only been able to see the narrow slice afforded
by her flashlight before she stumbled upon the boob god's enclave. Her dark
vision had improved markedly. She switched off her light and was disappointed
to realized that she still could not see in the pitch black. "Still super cool."
She breathed.

She picked her way back up through the tunnels carefully, stopping a few times
to test her strength by hefting large pieces of furniture. She was delighted by
how easily she was able to shift them, though it was clear that she was no
Strongman. It was only when she was about to step out into the main hallway
of the school that she worried about how people would react to the way her
figure had changed.

No one commented on Raven's new body for the rest of the day, though Mrs.
Tanner gave her a disapproving look when she saw how much cleavage Raven's
t-shirt now displayed. Despite her distraction due to the recent events,
Raven found her classes incredibly easy as her boosted intelligence and
learning abilities made the material incredibly easy to understand.
She spent the whole day wondering why no one seemed to be commenting on
her body. She didn't even hear whispers about it with her heightened
hearing.

It wasn't until she got home and looked in her draws that Raven realized
why. All of her clothes looked like they would fit her new body rather
than her old. Drawing out a massive industrial looking cream colored
bra, Raven saw that it read 32M. Each cup was bigger than her face,
but when she held it up to herself it was a perfect fit for her melons.
"He must have changed reality so that I always looked like this." She
realized aloud.

An hour spent trawling through recent family photos and her social
media posts revealed a steady and natural progression starting in
middle school and ending at her current size. *That's convenient.*
Raven thought to herself. It would really cut down on the awkward
questions, especially because her chances of hiding her body were
only slightly better than her chances of convincing water to run
uphill. *Stupid sexiness power.* She thought, not for the last time.

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# 18 Years Ago

"Did your school have a dress code?" Felix asked.

Raven her wine to her full lips and took a sip, "Yes, and it cause me no
end of trouble for a while there. I eventually worked it out though."
She set her glass down and adjusted her tube top, pulling it down a little
and adjusting her breasts to display their fullness even better. Her
last trace of embarrassment had evaporated some time during the telling
of her story.

"How?" Felix asked, his eyes locked helplessly to Raven's chest.

She looked at the lust addled superhero sitting across from her and
smirked, "If you get me dessert I might tell you." A few minutes later
Raven was sinking her fork into a generous slice of cheesecake.

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# 20 Years Ago

Raven crossed her arms angrily under her breasts, causing her pale bosom to
bulge out of her low cut U-neck top. This was incredibly unfair. She would
have followed the dress code if she could, but whatever she put on turned
into a hyper sexualized version of itself.

"Raven, come in." Vice Principle Milken said.

"Finally." Raven muttered, annoyed that he had made her wait and convinced
that he had only done it to be petty.

"Take a seat Raven." Milken said. *My god, she's incredible.* He thought
to himself. A gauzy black top hung from Raven's chest like a curtain, the
hem dangling in space beneath her massive chest, and stopping soon enough
to reveal her flat midriff (a violation). When she moved her top fluttered,
bringing her belly button tantalizingly in and out of view.

Raven shifted her weight from one foot to the other and watched as Milken's
eyes slid down from her waist to the tiny gray short shorts she was wearing.
When she had put them on that morning they had been a pair of sweatpants, but
now they were short enough that her long legs, smooth with muscle beneath a
thin layer of padding, were on full display. *He's such a perv.* She thought
to herself before sitting down.

It took several seconds for the jiggling caused by Raven's sitting down to
fully die down. Milken found himself unable to look away from his student's
unreasonably ripe breasts as they quaked in her top. Raven's lips thinned
in annoyance and her cheeks colored with embarrassment. Since she had been
transformed a week ago this had become her life. Everywhere she went stares
and cat calls followed. They boys saw her as a piece of meat and the girls
had turned cruel over night.

"Did you have something to talk to me about?" Raven prompted.

Milken cleared his throat, reddening at the realization that he had just
been caught staring at the black haired beauty before him. "I've had
several complaints about your attire from teachers and students."

"I know." Raven took a deep breath, noting the way that Milken tracked
the swell of her bosom as she did so. "You might not believe this Mr.
Milken, but I'm actually trying really really hard to follow the dress
code."

"I do find that hard to believe Raven." He said, "You're breaking it
in 4 obvious ways right now. That doesn't sound like someone who is
trying really hard not to break it."

"Wait, why is it 4?" Raven asked. She thought she was breaking it in
just 3 ways today.

"Your neckline is too low, your midriff is showing, your shorts are
too short, and those shoes are both open toed and have too high a heel."
He said, looking at each place in violation on Raven's body as he
spoke.

"I'm sorry Mr. Milken." Raven said, "I really am, but I can't do any
better than this."

Milken's face grew a deeper read, this time from anger rather than
embarrassment. "You can and you will, or there will be serious consequences.
It is one thing to violate the dress code, but quite another to continue
to do so after you have been disciplined."

The stress of the past week broke and Raven bent over, giving herself
a hug that forced her breasts up to form a balloon of cleavage. Despite
his anger, perhaps even because of it, Milken's arousal grew. She back
and forth, and Milken saw tears sliding down her cheeks.

"What do you want me to do?" Raven sobbed. "You think I wanted to dress
like this? You think I wanted people staring at me, saying all those
nasty things?" She sniffed, "I didn't choose this!" There are some women
who become even prettier when they are crying. Milken noted that Raven
was one such woman as he stared.

She got to her feet. "I didn't choose this!" She repeated, an angry note
in her voice now. "Look!" She said, and in one smooth motion she pulled
her top off. She had been planning on showing Milken the way that it
transformed back into an overlarge t-shirt, but he wasn't looking at
the shirt shifting in her hands at all.

As Raven pulled her top over her head and let her breasts bounce free,
Milken felt his whole world narrow to her perfect boobs. Her pale young
flesh bounced and jiggled in front of him, making her nipples trace small
shapes in the air. He was ramrod stiff in his pants and beginning to
feel the first signs of orgasm by the time that her boobs stopped moving.

"And, of course you just stare at my tits instead of paying attention
to what is ACTUALLY IMPORTANT!" Raven finished with a scream, flinging
her top to the ground where it finished transforming. "Well fine, get
an eyeful." She said, advancing on him and sliding her hands up to cup
the undersides of her massive melons and pressing them together. "Just
look at my big sexy tits and let your brain dribble out your ears. You
can't help it can you? You see my boobs and you turn into a dumb, horny
little pervert. You probably think about me when you masturbate don't
you?"

"Yes."

Raven was a little shocked by the admission, but was even more shocked
to see the vice principle grip his desk and stiffen as his hips bucked
involuntarily. "Ohmygod. Did you just cum?" She asked with a giggle.

"Yes." Milken replied in a daze.

Raven sneered, "That's so pathetic. I can't believe you just came
from looking at my boobs. You would probably explode if they ever
touched you, huh? Don't worry, it'll never happen."

She bent over and picked up her shirt, pulling it on and sighing as
it transformed back into the gauzy top she had been wearing when she
walked in. "Let's make a deal Milken. You don't give me any more shit
for the dress code stuff, and I won't tell everyone what a little perv
you are." She said, placing both hands on his desk and leaning over
him.

"Yes Raven." He said in the same dazed tone he had been using since
she bared her breasts to him.

*Hold on* Raven thought to herself, "Are you hypnotized?" She asked.

"Yes Raven." Milken replied.

"Good." She said. "If anyone is complaining too much about my clothes,
let me know. I'll deal with them."

She tried to think about how hypnosis was supposed to work. "Ok, I guess
you will wake up when I snap my fingers." She paused, "Also, you'll obey
any commands I give you and treat me with the utmost respect at all times."
She brushed her cascade of inky black hair back behind her shoulders and
snapped her fingers.

"I'm very sorry for disrupting your day like this Raven." Milken said,
wondering how he ever could have thought it appropriate to disrespect
Raven Polanski, the most perfect girl in the world, by dragging her
into his office.

"Oh, it's quite all right." Raven said before turning on her heel and
walking out of his office.

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# 18 Years Ago

"So that was how you learned what the boob god meant by hypno-tits?" Felix
asked.

"Yeah. That wasn't the end of the dress code saga in high school though."
Raven replied.

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# 20 Years Ago

Jenny Kent smiled fiercely to herself. That bitch Raven was finally going to
get what she deserved. Jenny had no idea how the skank had managed to get away
with her flagrant dress code violations for so long, but after her own extended
campaign of complaints, the bitch was finally going to have to cover those
huge udders of hers.

"Jenny, come on in." Vice Principle Milken called. Jenny wasn't really sure why
Milken wanted her to come watch when he disciplined Raven, but she was glad
that he did.

Mr. Milken was sitting behind his desk nearly hidden behind Raven, who was
sitting on his desk facing the door. Today she wore a red mini-skirt and
a white tube top which left her shoulders and the tops of her breasts bare.
Her long legs were crossed and a pair of tall spike heels that seemed to be
woven around her feet were aimed Jenny's way. As always, Raven looked like
a wet dream.

"Jenny, you haven't been very nice to Raven lately, have you?" Mr. Milken
asked in a serious tone.

Jenny felt totally blindsided. This meeting was supposed to be about the
fact that Raven was always dangling her tits in people's faces. "W-what?"

"Raven says you've been a bit of a bitch lately." He replied.

Maybe she shouldn't have hung those cow-bells from Raven's locker, Jenny
thought. "That's not-"

"I've tried not to respond to your incessant cattiness Jenny. You know,
be the bigger woman." Jenny wasn't sure if Raven was mocking her with
her choice of phrase. Jenny own C-cups could have easily fit inside
Raven's much larger bust many times over, so it was clear who was bigger
physically. "I was hoping you would get over it eventually, but it's
been months and you still won't quit." Raven continued.

"That's because you STOLE MY BOYFRIEND, you SKANK!" Jenny burst out.

"I didn't steal anything." Raven replied, properly pissed off now, "I
didn't do anything with Tom until weeks after you two broke up."

"Liar!" Jenny hissed, "He was always calling your name during sex:
Raven! Raven! Raven!"

Raven giggled. So that is why they broke up. After everything that Jenny
had put her through during the last few months, she was feeling cruel.
"Oh is that all?" She asked, "I'm not surprised. He still does the same
thing you know."

"You bitch!" Jenny started towards Raven, but Mr. Milken's bark of "Jenny!"
brought her up short.

As if nothing had happened Raven smirked and stood up. "Can you really blame
him Jenny? I mean look at me." She said gesturing to her self with a sweep
of her hands.

Jenny did as Raven commanded, feeling the mix of lust and inadequacy that the
busty black haired girl always inspired in her.

"I mean really look at me." Raven breathed throatily as she took a step closer,
trailing her hands up from her hips to cup her breasts and heft them slightly.
"You're pretty, but I'm a whole other level of hot. You never stood a chance."

Jenny's breath sped up and she grew wet. She felt like she should fight back
somehow, say something to shut Raven up, but instead she just watched as the
taller girl's massive pale mounds jiggled with the steady motion of her hands.
Raven had such perfect breasts, Jenny thought to herself. A woman with boobs
like that deserves to take whatever she wants. She felt as if she was shrinking
within her own mind, becoming a mere observer as the rest of her was dominated
by Raven's perfect tits.

Raven could feel her hypnotic power settle over the other girl and smiled,
"Now you aren't going to give me any more trouble, are you Jenny?" She
asked.

"No Raven." Jenny replied woodenly.

"What do you feel towards me?" Raven asked. She wanted to figure out what made
the other girl tick so that she could make Jenny stop being such a bitch all
the time.

"Anger and lust." Jenny replied compliantly.

"What do you mean lust?" Raven asked. She hadn't been expecting that.

"You're so hot I can't get you out of my head." Jenny replied, "I fall asleep
every night after jilling myself off to the image of you fucking Tom. I
didn't even like girls until you stole Tom from me, but ever since I can't
help but get wet whenever I see you. I don't know why it is, and I hate it,
hate it, hate it." Jenny said.

"Oh you poor girl." Raven said, starting to feel genuinely bad for Jenny.
"There is nothing wrong with being attracted to me. There is something
wrong with running a campaign to make my life difficult in order to hide
your little crush though."

Jenny just looked back at her mutely.

"I want you to give up your anger and self-hatred when it comes to me.
From now on you will treat me with perfect respect and do your best
to ensure my happiness."

Jenny looked at Raven and gasped. Without her negative emotions to keep
her lust in check she was swept away in a torrent of passion. Her hand
involuntarily slid into her panties and she began touching herself.

*I may have overdid it.* Raven thought, "Hold on, you can do that on
your own time." She said.

"Yes Raven. Sorry Raven." Jenny replied, withdrawing her hand from her
panties regretfully.

"When I snap my fingers you are going to wake up from this trance. You
won't remember any of the conversation we had since you came in the
door." Raven said, then snapped her fingers.

"Sorry, I think I spaced out for a minute there. Did you say something
Mr. Milken?" Jenny said. Her mind had skipped a beat after she first
walked into the office.

"You've told me you have something to say about Raven's dress code
compliance. Is that still true Jenny?" Mr. Milken said.

Jenny colored in embarrassment as she remembered all the horrible things
she had done to Raven recently. "I- Um." She thought desperately, "I just
wanted to say that it is totally unfair for Raven to have to follow the
same dress code as the rest of us. It must be really hard for her to shop,
cause so few other girls are as hot as she is, so it's really not fair
to add extra restrictions on what she can and can't wear. Also, the way
Raven dresses makes the school a better place because she brings beauty
and grace wherever she goes. In conclusion, Raven is super hot and she
deserves to show that off." Jenny said.

Mr. Milken chuckled. He had just been expecting Jenny to withdraw her
complaint. "I couldn't agree more." He said.

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# 18 Years ago

"So here I am." Raven said as Felix cleared her plates.

"Have you hypnotized anyone else?" He asked her.

Raven smirked, enjoying the fact that he had no idea that he was under her spell
even after hearing a story where she hypnotized two different people. "Oh, a
few here and there." She brushed her hair back, "I don't do it very often
though. It doesn't seem very nice." And yet she had done it three times in
the last few days. Despite her guilt over dominating the minds of men, she
had found each experience of doing so exciting.

"I guess I should be glad you're not a villainess." He said.

Raven smiled, "I suppose you should be. Will you help me find and stop these
kidnappers?"

Felix would have done so even if Raven hadn't used her delicious boobs to
hypnotize him into helpful submissiveness, "Of course."

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# Present Day

"Why don't you take these out to the table while I go slip into something
more comfortable." Raven said to Kyle.

"Sounds good" he said, watching her broad hips sway rhythmically on her way
out the door.

Only a moment after he had set the plates down and sat down at his place,
Raven strutted into the dining room. She must have used her super speed to
get changed. Further coherent thoughts fled as Kyle drank in the sight of
the approaching vision. She had changed into a clinging shiny gold dress which
was just barely long enough to cover her crotch. Her neckline plunged in a
deep V that displayed acres of her perfect pale cleavage. "What do you think?"
She asked, giving a slow spin.

"You look like a goddess." He said in obvious awe.

"Aww. You're so sweet!" Raven smiled before sitting down.

The food was incredible and for a moment they both just focused on the flavors
that Raven had drawn out, though Kyle was not nearly so focused as Raven was
considering the competing distraction siting across from him. In truth, Raven
had planted a compulsion to mostly ignore her in favor of the food so that her
guest could properly enjoy his meal. Of course even the fraction of attention
that Kyle was still allowed to devote to his voluptuous host was enough to be
quite distracting. Raven didn't mind. The girl embarrassed over her body was
long gone, replaced by a woman who expected to drive everyone around her to
distraction.

When they finished, Raven reached out with her will and tendrils of shadow
shuttled their plates back to the kitchen to put them in the dish washer.
Raven rose and walked over to stand over Kyle. He could feel the heat
radiating off the bottoms of her breasts.

"Now, let's discuss dessert." Raven said, swinging a leg over the other
super hero's lap and pressing her body against his. Her heavy breasts 
rested on top of his head, flowing down over the sides to cover his
ears like a hat. She slowly crouched down to settle her hips on top
of his, dragging her flesh over his in a motion that tested the limits
of the compulsion she had planted in him not to cum.

Her dress had rolled up and when Kyle brought his hand up to cup her
magnificent ass he soon realized that she wore no panties. He had no
idea that his body could even produce this much precum. Raven slid
her weight back to rest on his knees just long enough for her
super fast hands to undo his belt buckle and slide his pants down.

She gripped his large cock in a delicate hand and slowly worked her
grip up and down his shaft. "Ohmygod. Please." Kyle's hips bucked
in little jerking motions.

Raven smiled. She never used her hypnotic power to inspire lust. It
was just her beauty which turned men and women alike into puddles of
desperation. Her trades with the boob god had granted her more curves,
but most of her beauty was just her own natural form. She would have
made him just as helpless without her powers.

Raven raised her hips and slid them down, enveloping Kyle's shaft
with her womanhood. She gasped at the pleasure of it and began to
bounce hard, letting out lusty moans with each thrust. The position
placed Kyle's face directly in her cleavage, multiplying Raven's
hypnotic influence on him a thousand fold. Her desire to be worshiped
bled into him easily, turning him into the most devout of slaves.
Raven always dominated her lovers like this during sex. She always
put their mind back together afterwards, though sometimes she kept
them on as her thrall for a few sensual days.

Kyle couldn't believe he was having sex with the world's hottest women.
Raven Polanski was every man's fantasy woman, the ultimate unobtainable
goddess. When his superhero partner Mistress Night had revealed her
civilian persona to him it had immediately made sense. Mistress Night
was the only woman in the world who matched Raven's beauty, and once
Raven/Mistress Night revealed herself to Kyle he realized that was
because they looked exactly the same. It was strange he hadn't noticed
before.

Every quake of Raven's breasts, every rock of her hips, every gasp of
delighted pleasure seemed to remake Kyle. Raven was a goddess, beyond
a goddess. Kyle resolved to do nothing but worship her for the rest of his
days. His body moved against hers without his direction. It was as if
he was a mere observer while she used him like a puppet. He picked
her up and bore her to the floor where he began thrusting into her like
a madman. Raven's long silky black hair spread out on the floor beneath
her and her chest rocked with every thrust. She pawed her own breasts and
moaned in ecstasy as her first orgasm broke over her like a wave. Kyle's
own orgasm had been hammering at the gates nearly since he arrived in
Raven's apartment and its denial grew ever more painful as he made
love to the green-eyed goddess beneath him.

Raven continued to orgasm continuously for the next half hour of Kyle's
desperate pumping until she rolled on top of him and stopped their motion.
She began flexing some inner muscles, sending rippling contractions along
his engorged shaft while looking him directly in his eyes. She knew she had
brought him to greater heights of pleasure than humans had ever evolved to
experience, and yet still she denied him release. She pulled her dress over
her head, revealing her nude glory to the helplessly horny man below her.
She placed both hands on his chest and slid herself off of him. Rising,
she said, "Follow me." Before leading him upstairs to her bedroom.

Hours later Kyle lay exhausted beneath Raven as she rode him viciously.
She had wrung every last drop of energy from him as she used him to
pleasure herself in every position imaginable, and now he could do
nothing but lay like a log while she bounced on top of him with seemingly
inexhaustible stamina. Finally Raven had drunk her fill and she stopped
moving on top of him, sinking down to press her chest into his and
settling her large green eyes to gaze directly into his. "Do you want
to cum Kyle?" She asked with a wicked smile.

Kyle could only whimper in response.

Raven grinned, "If you ask very nicely, I might let you." She started
flexing her inner muscles continuously, milking his shaft.

"P-P." Kyle started, having mostly lost the power of speech, "lease"
He managed to finish.

"Well, I guess I can accept that." She said before leaning down to kiss
him. As their mouths moved against eachother, she finally released him
from the grip of her compulsion. Kyle thrashed violently beneath her
and spurted string after string of cum into her.

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# 18 Years Ago

Ink stood in the shadows, waiting for Raven to show up. He had told her to
meet him here ten minutes ago, and he was starting to wonder if she had
forgotten when she rocketed up to him, nearly a blur with her super speed.

"Hi!" She said cheerfully. Her long hair was drawn back into a single
thick braid which emphasized here elegant neck. She wore black leggings
and a U-necked black sports bra that managed to display plenty of cleavage
while still somewhat reducing the jiggle factor.

"Hi Raven." He replied.

"So you said you think you figured out where their hideout is?"

"Yeah," He said distractedly. He couldn't get over how gorgeous this girl
was.

"Where is it? Let's go get them." Raven asked, bouncing on the balls of her
feet. She felt excited by the prospect of using her powers.

"They're set up in the basement beneath a restaurant that belongs to 
Viper on 4th and Ferris. We can't just go charging in. Viper knows my
face, and he works out of that restaurant most of the time." He said.

"Who's Viper?" Raven asked.

"He's a nasty man with some minor powers and a pack of very violent criminals
who are loyal to him. He and I have a bit of a history." Ink said.

Raven chewed her lip, "Maybe we can try a divide and conquerer strategy. Does
this Viper guy have anywhere else that he likes to hang out?"

"That's a good idea. Tokyo Brandy is his club. He usually moves from Patty's
Pub, that's the restaurant I was talking about, to Tokyo Brandy at the end
of the day. With you backing me up, I think we have enough juice to squeeze
him. We can ambush him in his office." Felix replied.

"Lead the way." Raven said. At least she never had to worry about looking
out of place at a night club.

"This way." Felix pulled Raven into an ally.

"This doesn't look like a night club." She said, eying the refuse which littered
the ground.

"We're not going in the front door. The bouncers will recognize me and try
to stop us. We want to be- Shit!" he cut himself off.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Viper is coming this way with a bunch of his goons. He'll see me and go on
high alert for weeks. Shit. Shit."

"I have an idea. Don't move." Raven commanded.

He froze and looked at her expectantly. She grabbed him by the back of the
head and forced his face into her pale cleavage. He only had a moment to
wonder how this could possibly help before she had shoved his head completely
between her breasts. Felix's mind froze as Raven's perfect breasts surrounded
him. In that instant he achieved unblemished happiness. He didn't notice as
the rest of his body was sucked into the pocket dimension between Raven's
tits. He felt nothing but warm, smooth flesh pressing against him, enveloping
him. His cock strained against his pants and he began to buck mindlessly
against the pillowy flesh which entombed him. When he came, his seamen seemed
to disappear, wicked away by Raven's perfect control over this dimension.
Despite the fact that every inch of his face was enfolded in her pale bosom,
Felix was able to breath freely.

Raven adjusted her sports bra before walking out of the ally. She could feel
Felix's rolling orgasms, and a touch of color reached her cheeks. She had just
meant to hide him, not give him the most intense burst of pleasure in his life.
Still, it was probably to be expected of placing a man between her unreasonably
sexy breasts. She had never done this before, but she doubted anyone else would
be able to avoid a similar reaction. She wished he would stop so that she could
communicate with him somehow though. At the thought, his wild bucking stopped.
*Are you ok?* She thought at him.

She felt a sense of dazed lust and then a response, *I'm better than fine. That
was the best feeling I've ever had in my life Mistress.*

Raven decided that she didn't have time to address what he had just called her.
She would sort it out after she dealt with Viper. *I'm going to just walk in the
front door. They don't know me. Do you think that's a good idea?* She thought
down to him.

*Good plan.* He thought back.

A group of men turned the corner and swung in behind Raven. As she approached
the line at the front of the club one of them called out, "Hey Tony, she
skips the line!" He said, pointing at Raven.

*Is this him?* Raven asked, pushing an image of the man who had just spoken
down to the super hero trapped between her boobs.

*Yes.* He replied.

Raven smiled, "Thanks! I'm Raven."

"I'm Sam." He said, visibly ogling Raven's incredible curves. "And I would
very much like to buy you a drink."

"That sounds wonderful!" She enthused. She had been hoping to use her
speed and strength to beat up bad guys on her first night out as a superhero,
but there were a lot of Viper's goons and she thought it would be silly to
avoid using her most powerful assets to get the job done. She hoped that leaning
on her hypno tits didn't become a habit. She was already known as the girl with
the boobs in all too many situations, and she didn't want to be known as
SuperBust or something.

As they pushed their way into the club Raven could feel the eyes roaming
over her body, but no one approach, probably due to the fact that she was
with Viper. Viper lead her deeper into the press of bodies until he got
to a roped off VIP section. "What do you want?" He asked.

"Vodka Martini." She replied.

Viper made a gesture to a server who had been hovering near by and turned
back to Raven. "I don't think I've seen you in here before." He said.

"You wouldn't have. It's my first time." She said.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to give my little club a try." He said with
a smile.

"This is your club?" Raven replied in faux surprise.

"I'm afraid so."

"Wow, that's awesome!" She said. She started rocking her shoulders to
the beat in a motion that set her pale cleavage to jiggling. She wasn't
putting any real effort into hypnosis, but she could already feel
Viper and his goons falling under her spell. "So I bet you love to dance
if you own a club like this, huh?"

In point of fact, Viper did not love to dance. He preferred to preside
while others did the dancing, "No." He said, too distracting by the
swaying darkness between Raven's breasts to elaborate further.

"Aww, but dancing is so much fun!" She enthused, placing her hands
between her thighs and squeezing her elbows together to force her
heavy breasts together.

"See, I'll show you." She said, rising to stand over Viper. He
marveled at how tiny her waist was compared with her hips and
bust. Her outfit left her belly on full display, and his face
was directly level with her belly button. On most women, Raven's
tight tummy and waist would have been their most attractive feature,
but on Raven's body it was just a supporting character among a 
cast staring her perfect breasts. This was made abundantly obvious
as she bent over to place her hands on Viper's shoulders in a motion
that left her cleavage centimeters from his face. She leaned even
further down and whispered in his ear. "Watch carefully."

Raven backed up and began to move in time with the music. Her
"always sexy" power made sure that her motions where always sensual,
but now she leaned into her power obeying the urges which she so
habitually resisted. Her body writhed in a graceful motion that emphasized
her curves and soon had more than just Viper staring in awe. As she
danced several women in the crowd who had until then been convinced of
their heterosexuality discovered a latent bisexuality, and at least
three men came in their pants under the onslaught of her delicious
curves.

When she stopped dancing and looked around, Raven realized that she
had hypnotized far more than her intended target. Despite herself,
her nipples stiffened in arousal at the sight of the sea of glassy
eyes which surrounded her. *Whoops.* She thought to herself. *I wasn't
even trying that hard.* Apparently she was just naturally gorgeous
enough that the tiny trickle of hypnotic power she had expended had
been enough to push the onlookers over the edge into a submissive
trance. With a thought, she commanded everyone to go back to dancing
and forget that anything strange had happened.

"Let's go to your office and continue this discussion in private."
She said to Viper.

"Yes, let's go to the office." He said in a daze before getting up and
leading the busty bombshell up a flight of stairs and through a set of
heavy oak doors.

"So, Viper, is it ok if I call you Viper?" Raven asked once they were
alone.

"Yes."

"Yes Mistress Raven." Raven corrected him. If Felix was going to address her
as "Mistress", she thought it only appropriate that a nasty gangster
did the same.

"Yes Mistress Raven." Viper repeated.

"Tell me about the people staying in the basement of Patty's Pub." She
said.

Viper told her that that he knew the two people staying in his basement
as Wendy and Alex. He had hired them to kill Ink, but they were focused
on finding some gem first. Apparently Wendy was some sort of necromancer
and the gem would allow her to raise powerful undead soldiers to go after
Ink. Raven figured that Professor White must know something about the gem
stone.

"Give me a phone number where I can always reach you." Raven said, she
wanted to be able to give Viper more instructions later on.

"Yes Mistress Raven," he said writing it out on a scrap of paper which
Raven took and tucked into the extra dimensional space between her breasts.

"Ok, just a few more things. When you hear me say 'Raven's pet', you are
going to fall back into this trance state. Say 'I understand, Mistress Raven.'".
She commanded.

"I understand, Mistress Raven." He replied.

"Good." She cooed. "Now, when I snap my fingers you are going to forget about
this whole conversation. You'll be left with the urge to be submissive and
respectful towards me. You'll call me Miss Raven, and do anything you can
to make me happy."

"Yes Mistress Raven." He replied.

*I used to be such a nice girl and now I've turned a mobster into my slave
and have a superhero trapped between my tits.* She thought to herself, for
some reason it was making her wet. She snapped her fingers.

Viper blinked. How had he gotten to be sitting down behind his desk?
They had just been walking into his office.

He looked at the black haired beauty standing over him. She was just
so perfect. He had to do something for her. "Miss Raven," He said,
turning to the safe behind his desk, "It would mean a great deal
to me if you would accept a small gift from me." He opened the
safe and started taking out stack after stack of bills.

Raven was torn. She hadn't meant to rob the guy, but then again, he
couldn't have done anything nice to get that money. She would be doing
the world a favor by taking it off his hands she rationalized. She
began taking the thick wads of bills from him and stuffing them between
her breasts. She expected him to stop, but he just kept going, handing
her everything in the safe except for a gun and some documents. She
hesitated when he started handing her bricks of cocaine, but she decided
that it was better if he didn't have it.

When he finished she straightened up and adjusted her boobs in her
sports bra, "Thanks Sam!" She said with a smile. He beamed at her
approval. Staring at her chest he was amazed that she had been able
to fit everything in his safe in her cleavage.

She noticed him staring and smirked, "One nice thing about being
busty is that I never have to bring a purse with me." She said,
cupping her hands below her breasts and giving them a suggestive 
bounce.

It was finally too much for Viper and he came in his pants, twitching
behind his desk uncontrollably.

Raven giggled, "Oh my god, did you just cum in your pants." She
giggled again, "That's adorable."

Viper felt himself flush with embarrassment, "S-Sorry."

Raven giggled again, "Don't worry, you're not the first person to lose
control around me." She gave him another cheeky smile and walked out
of the room, hips swaying.

After the door closed, Viper was unable to stop himself from taking
out his dick and furiously masturbating to the memory of Raven leaving
the room.

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Raven kept running over the experience in her mind all the way back to her
dorm room. She hadn't felt embarrassed by her body at any point during the
night, in fact she had reveled in it. She had been so resentful of the fact
that the "boob god" had expanded her already massive curves and made certain
that she would spend the rest of her life showing them off that she had never
allowed the possibility that she might come to enjoy what she had become.
She now realized that the lack of agency she had felt was in large part self
imposed. Sure, she had no choice but to show off her boobs and butt with every
outfit she wore, but there were other ways in which she had more choices than
she otherwise would have and she was finding that she enjoyed exercising her
choice to dominate people with her perfect boobs.

When she got to her room she was glad to see that Chelsey, her roommate, was
out. Chelsey had a tendency to stare that could get annoying, and Raven wanted
privacy as she tried to retrieve Felix.

She faced the full length mirror on the back of the door to her room and shifted
her breasts in her sports bra. She still felt horny from her domination of the
gangsters and her nipples made prominent dents in the black fabric. "Time to
come out." She said, and slid her hand into her cleavage. Shrunken down by her
pocket dimension, he easily fit in her palm as she drew him back up.

"Oh my god, you're so tiny!" She giggled at the sight of him. She stopped
drawing him out and left him with just his head and shoulders peaking out
of the top of her cleavage. Her breasts rose up to either side of him in
huge pale swells and he could feel the heat of her body surrounding him.
At just a few inches tall, he could have fit in the bosom of most women, so
Raven's chest absolutely devoured him. "I just want to keep you there forever,"
She giggled and cupped her breasts to give them a playful bounce. It was
entirely out of character for Raven, but her recent experiences had changed
her.

"But I guess I shouldn't do that." She said with a mock sigh. She drew Felix
fully out of her cleavage and watched as he grew back to his full size. "Sorry
I had to stuff you between my tits all of a sudden." She said.

Felix stared at Raven's pale cleavage in awe. He missed being enfolded in it,
but being able to look at it was nearly as good. "You're perfect." He said.

Raven smiled, "Thanks!" Looking at the wanton lust on Felix's face, she couldn't
help but be aroused herself. She had turned him into a helpless thrall without
any real effort. She bit her lip. He was actually pretty cute.

Felix couldn't believe his luck when Raven reached up and pulled him into
a passionate kiss. She paused long enough to command him not to cum without
permission before jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Raven
wasn't a small girl, and his legs sagged a little as he took her weight,
but he steadied himself and bore her to her bed.

They struggled out of their clothes and Raven fished a condom out of the
draw next to her bed with all the haste of her super speed. As soon as
Felix got it on she flipped him onto his back and lowered herself onto
his straining dick. She rode him hard through multiple of her own orgasms,
and the entire time Felix stared in rapture at her perfect breasts jiggling
and bouncing with her motions above him.

Even though she had been doing most of the work, Felix felt exhausted by
the time she leaned down, placed her lips against his, squirmed her hips
a little closer to his, and whispered, "You may cum." Felix did so with a
vigor that he had never known in all his life, gasping and crying out with
passion as he convulsed under the black haired siren who had upended his
life.

After they cleaned themselves up, Raven drew her lover back to bed, "Stay."
She commanded. Felix couldn't think of anywhere else he would rather be
than in Raven's cramped twin bed with her limbs tangled up with his, so
he didn't take much convincing.


Raven awoke to find herself alone in bed. Where had Felix gone? The sun
high in the sky, sending thin bright rays through the gaps in the blinds.
Chelsey seemed to have already gotten up for the day, so Raven was alone
in the room. She slid out of bed and grabbed her towel from where it hung
on the wall. She started to unhook her bra, but she couldn't feel any hooks
in the back. In fact, the fabric was perfectly smooth all the way around,
as if it had been created whole and perfect with no seems or signs that it
had been created by human hand.

She walked over to the mirror. *I thought I fell asleep naked.* She thought
to herself. Even if she was wrong about that, she knew for a fact that
she had been wearing a sports bra the night before, not this lacy plunge
bra. Her "always sexy" power could have changed it, but she had never known
it to change clothes after she initially put them on except to repair damage.
She looked closer at the dark material of the bra. It didn't look entirely
natural. It looked almost like it had been spun from Felix's shadows.
*I wonder if it was a gift from Felix. It would have been nicer if he gave
me a sports bra for fighting in.* At her thought, it shifted into a
sports bra.

"Whoa!" She said. With another thought she turned it into a tiny demi-cup.
Then she tried turning it into an industrial looking garment that entirely
covered her boobs. To her shock and delight, it complied with her wish.
For the first time since she made her deal with the boob god, she didn't
have any cleavage on display.

She looked at herself all covered up in the mirror for several long moments.
She finally decided that it just didn't feel right. "My girls have to
breath." She said and her bra shifted back into the lacy plunge bra that
it had been when she woke up.

"This thing is incredible." She said. She definitely wasn't going to let
it go. With a thought she sucked it into her cleavage before grabbing
her towel.

As she showered she examined the bra with her mind. She had incredible
control over what happened in her pocket dimension, and that included
some extraordinary senses. She could feel that the bra had a mind, though
it was quite faint. "Oh no." She said, as she finally recognized the
remnants of Felix in the shadowy fabric of her newest bit of underwear.
He must have turned into shadow during the night and been warped by
her "always sexy" power. Raven felt guilty, but she also found the fact
that she had accidentally turned someone into her bra arousing. She
couldn't help but slide her fingers between her legs. It wasn't like
she had killed him, he was just serving a better purpose now.

When she got back to her room, she immediately put Felix back on. *I
wonder if-* the shadow in the room shifted crazily as her will flowed
though Felix and caused him to manipulate the shadows. Raven smiled,
"I think you are going to be my new favorite bra Felix." She said.

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# Present Day

Raven woke up and stretched luxuriously. She looked over to find that
Kyle was gone. *He must be making me breakfast.* She thought, before
rising. *That's funny.* She thought. She didn't remember wearing panties
as she fell asleep, and she certainly didn't remember owning any panties
that looked like they had been woven from pure light.

Raven fished Felix out of her cleavage where she had stashed him before
changing into her dress the night before. He flowed around her fingers
and formed a scoop necked bra which pressed her breasts together. "You
guys don't exactly match do you?" Raven said looking at her gleaming
panties and blacker-than-black bra. *I wonder if I can get them to share.*
At the thought, her panties dimmed and her bra grew lighter. She found
that she could use the combination of Kyle's light powers and Felix's
darkness powers to make her underwear take on any color of the rainbow.
She finally settled on making them a matching a bright red before
she walked over to her draws to pick out the rest of her outfit.

"It's going to be so hard to choose which one of you is my favorite."
She said as she pulled on a tight crop top maroon and settled it over Felix.
