
Jason had told them he was subletting his room to someone, but Blake totally
forgot about it until he heard the sound of water running in the shower. He
had just gotten home and was putting groceries away when the door to the
bathroom swung open. He watched transfixed as a 6'4" tall amazon stepped out of
the steam. She did not seem to see him because she turned
away from the kitchen and walked down the hallway.
Her long legs were hard pillars of muscle connected to broad
hips. The bottoms of her bubble butt were visible under the edge of
the towel she had wrapped around herself. Her hair hung down to the
small of her back, and Blake could tell there was a lot of it.
All of this was made far less significant by her chest. It peeked
out on either side of her body. Blake could catch glimpses of it
even around her arms, though he was afforded a better view when
she raised her hands up to tie her hair into a bun. Every step
set her breasts swaying. *Holy shit* he thought.

Everyone else was out, so Blake was the only one in the room when
the girl came back down from her room upstairs. She was wearing
cutoff jean short shorts and a tank top which exposed both her
belly button and over a foot of cleavage. Blake could see that
she had a faint six pack, but most of his attention was focused
on her huge chest. "Hey, I'm Rachel." She said. Blake continued
to stare at her body. She snapped her fingers in his face.
"Hello? My eyes are up here."

With a start Blake looked up, turned several shades of red,
and said, "Oh, uumm, sorry. I'm Blake."

Inwardly Rachel smiled. This was going to be a fun summer.
"Well, nice to meet you Blake. I'm Jason's subletter. yada yada."

Blake was very aroused and distracted, but after his earlier
mistake he was desperate not to come off as a creep.
"Oh." His sex addled brain struggled for a bit, "Welcome!"

"...Yeah." Rachel said, realizing that a conversation with
this guy was going to be difficult. At least if she was showing
this much skin. She liked the way her body could reduce men
to incoherence. It was why she had chosen this outfit for
an introduction. After a little while she got bored of
torturing Blake and went and got her laptop. Every few
minutes as she worked she would notice Blake staring at
her. A couple of times she let him know that she saw
him, making a disgusted face and enjoying the shame
she saw wash over him.

Mike, Alex and Todd came home after about an hour of this.
Walking into the living room they stumbled to a halt.
They did not quite seem to know what to do so Rachel said,
"Hi, I'm Rachel. You must be Jason's Roomates?"

They both stared, but Mike recovered quickly enough that
the conversation was not disrupted. "Yeah. Are you subletting?"

"I am."

"Cool, nice to meet you. I'm," Todd trailed off, "I'm Todd,
and this is Mike."

"Nice to meet you." Rachel put her laptop aside.

"So are you an athlete or something?" Mike asked.

Rachel looked confused, "No, why do you ask?"

Mike seemed taken aback. "It's just. Well. You look like.
You look like an athlete is all."

Rachel laughed, "What do athletes look like?"

"I don't know. Fit." He realized that the word applied to
Rachel in both it American and British sense.

"Well, thanks. I'm not on any sports teams though. In
fact I mostly just eat." She laughed. "Good genetics
I guess." After a while with no response she said,
"Speaking of food, I have not had a chance to go
shopping yet and I'm really hungry. Could I bum
something off you?

All three of the boys offered to contribute. Rachel
decided to take them all up on their offers. "Thanks!
Why don't you surprise me?" There was a moment of
hesitation before they realized that she expected
them to cook for her. Blake got up and went into
the kitchen. Soon the other boys followed him.

"Dude, are we really all cooking for this girl?"
Mike asked him.

"I guess. What else are we going to do?"

"Not cook for her?" Mike rolled his eyes.

"You want to go tell her that we aren't going to
cook for her? Go ahead. She kinda scares me."

"Ok, well then lets cook for everyone."

After half an hour they told Rachel that the
pasta was ready. She came into the kitchen
and saw a big pot of pasta with sausage, onions,
garlic, and cheese mixed in. "This looks great.
Thanks guys!" She quickly located a huge
mixing bowl and poured all of the pasta in.
They boys watched in silence as she dug in with gusto.
"Mmmmmmm. This is good." She said as she wolfed
it down. In less than 15 minutes it was gone,
and she sat back with a contented sigh. "Seriously,
you guys are good cooks." She went back into the
living room, leaving the bowl on the table.

Over the next couple of weeks Rachel tortured the four
boys living with her. When she left the house to go
to her internship she was dressed to minimize her assets,
though she was still an obviously overripe amazon. At home
however, she seemed to delight in showing off as much
of her glorious body as possible. They all found her
presence enormously distracting, and to make matters
worse she had an overbearing personality that
rubbed them all the wrong way.

She would regularly put on a TV show in the living room
while they were doing something quietly. Anytime they
objected she would pretend to misunderstand, asking them
to explain what bothered them. Under the force of her
gaze they had difficulty articulating anything, and would
drop the subject.

Rachel seemed to eat whatever was in the house, with
no regard for who it belonged to. She ate in enormous
quantities, and after just a few weeks each of the
boys had had the experience of buying something
from the store only to have Rachel eat all of it
before they had a chance. Any attempts to bring up the
subject with her were met with tactics similar to
the ones she used to evade questions about her
choice of television.

On top of all that Rachel was continually shaming each
of they boys for staring at her body. In the revealing
clothes she wore around the house, they had ample opportunity
to stare, and they were incapable of resisting her charms.
Any time she caught them looking she would scowl or
make a comment about how perverted or creepy or sexist
they were. Without fail her accusations and looks were
met with a scalding flush and shame. She seemed to enjoy
making the boys apologize every couple of hours.

One night Mike decided that enough was enough. Rachel
had just eaten all 24 of the eggs he had just bought
in one day. This had to stop. He knocked on
Rachel's door.

After a moment she said, "Come in."

Mike opened the door. Rachel was sitting on the edge of
her bed wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and a pair of
purple panties. The shirt fit her torso tightly, and
to allow it to fit she had cut a slit down the front.
Most of the tops of her breasts were exposed, as was
her midriff. Her large nipples tented the fabric
of her shirt. Mike forced himself to focus.

"I'm trying to sleep. What is it?" Rachel said crossly.

"Rachel, I, uuuuhh, I wanted to talk to you about my eggs."

She rolled her eyes, "What about your eggs?"

"You ate them."

Rachel stood up, causing her chest to bounce enticingly.
"Are you sure about that?" She asked.

Mike tore his eyes away from her chest, looking her
defiantly in the eyes. "Yes."

Rachel arched her eyebrow and stepped towards him.
"Well, I admit I ate some eggs today. They could have
been yours."

"You have to stop eating my food."

"Oh, I have to? You are telling me what to do now?" Rachel
looked angry. Mike became aware of the differences in
physical size between the two of them. Rachel had almost
six inches on him, and her muscled body gave off an air of
strength.

"And pay me back for the eggs." He pressed on.

Rachel took another step towards him. Now there
was only half a foot or so between them, "I won't
do that, but I will do something to compensate.
You know why I eat so much, Mike?"

He shook his head.

Rachel put her fingers under the hem of her shirt, "I
have this condition." She pulled her shirt over her
head in a sensuous motion. Her lovely brown hair tumbled
back down around her torso. "I'm always lactating. I
need to eat a lot to keep up with that. Why don't you
drink some of my milk to make up for the eggs I ate."

Mike had never been this aroused before. He hardly
resisted as Rachel forced his face to her chest.
Her milk was the best thing he had ever tasted,
and he was soon gulping it down rapidly. He was
full almost immediately. "Run along." Rachel
said, shooing him out of the room.

The next night Rachel again heard a knock on her door.
Knowing who it was she got up and opened it. This time
she was not quite in bed yet so she was wearing a green
tube top which stopped just above her nipples and
just below the bottoms of her breasts. Her ass was
mostly covered by a pair of painted on blue short shorts.

When Mike saw her he gulped, and the hunger lurking in
his belly doubled. "Hi Mike. What do you want?"
Mike just stared at her chest. "Hey pervert, what do
you want?"

Mike reddened and looked down at his shoes. "I. I'm
hungry." He said plaintively.

"Well go get something to eat. How is this my problem?"
She loved watching him squirm.

"Food is disgusting. I don't want it." He said.

Rachel looked at him, "Well, what do you want?"

"M-Milk."

She smiled at him. "You want milk? My milk?"

"Yes." He gulped.

"Well, you are going to have to apologize for how you
treated me."

Mike did not say anything.

"Fine." Rachel said, reaching out to close the door.

"N-No. Wait. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry I bothered you before."

Rachel felt a buzz at how easy that had been. She pulled
Mike into the room and closed the door. "You are lucky I'm
willing to let you drink from me at all." She pushed
her tube top down around her hips. Her waist was so slender
compared with her chest that the stretchy fabric did not
remain taught around it. Each of her breasts was almost
twice the size of Mike's head. He leaned in to take
her nipple in his mouth. As he drank Rachel wrapped his
mind in hers and began to shape it like clay. She amplified
his desire for her, and instilled a sense of submissiveness
to women in general and her in particular. She did not
know how exactly the drug had given her this ability, but
she could certainly get used to it.

The next night played out in much the same way. Mike
came knocking at Rachel's door, and she made him
beg her for milk. While he suckled she pushed at
his mind, compounding her work from the previous
night. On the night that followed she told him that he
had to start buying her food in order to make up for the
milk he was drinking. Mike was helpless in the presence of the
busty amazon, and he agreed with hardly any resistance.

Over the next week or so the rest of the boys wondered about
the changing relationship between Rachel and Mike. He had always
been the one most annoyed by the bodacious girl and her antics,
but lately the had not heard a peep out of him. She was getting
bolder with her demands of him, and he just went right along
with them.

"Mike, we are out of chicken! Go get some more!" Rachel called
from the kitchen.

"Ok." He said.

Rachel walked out to the common room where Alex was hypnotized
by the way her cut off jeans exposed her firm thighs. She
sat down on the couch, causing her enormous rack to bounce.
She wore a button down shirt that look to be about four sizes
too small. It could never have hoped to fit over her assets,
so Rachel had tied it under her breasts, forcing them up.
A white tank top just barely covered her nipples, though the
fabric was stretched so tight that Alex could see right through
the shirt. Rachel caught him staring and rolled her eyes,
smiling to herself as he turned red as a beet.

When Mike got back Rachel said, "Why don't you cook me some
of the chicken. I'm hungry."

"Didn't you just have dinner?" Asked Alex.

Rachel gave him a withering look, "Yeah, and now I want more."

Rachel was about to go upstairs to feed Mike before bed when
Alex spoke up, "What the fuck did you do to Mike?"

Rachel looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"A weak ago he hated you. He was always talking about how
rude and entitled you are, and now all of a sudden he is
doing whatever you tell him without complaint."

Rachel's lip curled, "Who do you think you are to talk to
me like that? You're nothing but a pervert." She got up.
"I've seen the way you look at me." Pheromones were
sheeting off of her. "You can't help but stare at my
tits. What's the matter? Are you just mad because you
know you'll never be able to fuck me?"

Alex sputtered.

Rachel stalked towards him. "That is what you want isn't
it?" She angrily ripped off her shirt and slid her fingers
under the hem of her tank top. "Well go on." She ripped
the thin garment over her head. "If all you can do is
stare at my breasts you might as well get an eyeful."
Her breasts heaved and Alex suddenly realized he could
see little white droplets beading on the tips of her
big nipples.

"Go on. Suck. I know you want to." Rachel said angrily.
Her fat right nipple was hanging inches from Alex's
face. Alex had gotten used to extended periods of arousal
ever since Rachel started living with them, but this
was something new. He wanted to tell Rachel she was being
ridicules and demand that she explain herself, but instead
he leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth.

Rachel sighed as she felt Alex gulping down her hot cream.
She folded herself around his mind as he drank, stoking his
arousal, turning his desire into an obsession. Alex hardly
noticed what she was doing as he gulped down the best milk
he had ever tasted. Her soft hot breasts against his face
were a fantasy come true. Up close they were even bigger than
he had imagined and he could not help but wonder how Rachel
managed her bosom so effortlessly. His arousal built steadily
as he drank. He was nearly full when Rachel shoved on his mind
and sent him into an intense orgasm.

By the time Alex had recovered Rachel was tying her shirt under
her breasts. "You're pathetic." She said, turning on her heal
and walking out of the living room. As she walked her big
firm ass bounced and her hips swayed from side to side.
Rachel's milky bust was hardly depleted when she went to Mike
to allow him to drink from her.

"R-Rachel." It was the following night and Rachel and Alex
were again the only ones in the living room.

"What pervert?" Alex gulped and reddened. He tried not to look
at Rachel's body but it was hard. If anything her outfit
was skimpier than yesterdays. Her smooth, powerful legs were bared
to the world. The bottoms of the swells of her ass cheeks peaked
out from under a pair of black spandex short-shorts. On top she
wore a bright pink sports bra with a deep U neck which exposed
feet of cleavage. The sports bra was allegedly covered by a
transparent mesh top.

"C-Can I ask you for something?"

She arched an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"I, uuhh. I." He was at a loss for words.

"Well?" She said, flipping her lustrous brown curls over
her shoulder.

"Can I have some more..." Alex trailed off. Rachel had
turned to face him, thrusting her chest in his direction.
His stomach rumbled.

She laughed, "Oh my god. You really are a pervert."

He looked at her, "Please?"

She pretended to consider it. "Wellll. Ok. But on one condition."

Alex looked worried. "What?"

"Admit you're a pervert."

He just looked her in the eye for a moment, then his resolve
wavered and he looked down. "I'm a pervert." he mumbled.

"What was that?" Rachel asked.

"I'm a pervert." Alex said louder.

She laughed. "You are aren't you?"

A moment later Alex was suckling at Rachel's breast. Under her
skillful mental manipulations his obsession with her grew.
"You've always wanted to submit to me, haven't you Alex?"
She asked. "Ever since you first laid eyes on me you've
wanted nothing more than to suckle at my tit. To obey
me. To allow yourself to be swept up and subsumed."
By the time he pulled away from her breast it was as if he had
always wanted to find an amazonian woman to submit to.
She could tell by the look in his face that she
was getting better at bending men to her will.

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"What are you looking at?" Rachel demanded. She was wearing a
black dress which would have been little on anyone, but
looked absurdly tiny on her.

"N-Nothing." Todd said, trying to find a place to put his eyes.

Rachel fluffed her chestnut hair back, thrusting out her huge
chest. "You're always staring at me."

*because you are never wearing anything* Todd thought to himself.
"S-Sorry."

The amazonian girl cupped her chest. "You can't help but stare
at these, huh? Well take a good look." She started walking
towards Todd. In her eight inch heels she was 7' even.

"I said I'm sorry. Jeez." Todd said backing away.

Rachel's eyes flashed. "No, be my guest. Take a look.
Cop a feel. Bury you face in my tits." Todd bumped up
against the wall, but Rachel kept coming. Her
nipples hung at Todd's throat height, and he could only
stare at the dents they made in the black fabric of her
dress as she leaned forward, enveloping his head
with her chest. He struggled against her, trying to
break free of the pillowy prison, but it was no use.
Rachel did not seem to notice his struggles. She held
him against the wall like that for a few moments before
she pulled back enough for him to breath. He tried to
escape but she grabbed his wrists like he was a child
and slammed him back.

Todd was flooded with fear and arousal. Two breasts bigger
than his head were pressed firmly against his chest and
face. He tried to lift his gaze to meet Rachel's, but
it was locked on her chest.

Rachel pulled her dress down around her waist to expose
her breasts. She was not wearing a bra so her shot glass
sized nipples hung free. She shoved her right one roughly
into Todd's mouth and leaned forward. Her boob was so
large that it could touch the wall on either side of his
head. Even before she let her milk down she could feel
Todd's fearful horny mind. She flooded his mouth
with milk so that he was forced to drink if he wanted
his airways to stay clear, not that he could breath with
her huge tit wrapped around his head.

Once her milk was in his system she roughly grabbed hold
of his mind and began to shape it to suit her will.
She stoked his desire to an incandescent blaze, and
baked a sense of submissiveness deep into him. Under
her hands his panic at being deprived of air turned
into a panic that he had in some way displeased her.
She pulled back then, letting him take some ragged
breaths through his nose, and then flooded him with
milk once more.

When it was over Todd lay bloated and shaking on the
floor. "Todd," Rachel said settling her dress back into
place.

"Y-Yeah?"

"You can come now." She said before spinning on her
heal and heading out of the house, grabbing a
trench coat on the way.

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"What?" Blake got up to open the door to his room. Everyone
was acting weird lately, and now they were waking him up at
odd hours of the night.

"Heeeyyyy Blake." Rachel stood in his door. Spike heels were
dangling from her hand, but she still towered over him. She
looked like she had just come back from a club.

"Uuuhhh. What's up Rachel?" He asked, a little distracted
by her tiny dress and the way her boobs seemed to be spilling
out of it.

"I was just thinking..." she pulled her dress over her head.
She wasn't wearing a bra. "That I should introduce you to the
girls."

Blake just stood hypnotized by the sight of her tremendous assets.
Rachel took a step towards him, and her huge breasts brushed up
against the side of Blake's face. He didn't resist as she guided
his mouth to her nipple. He was surprised when a jet of creamy
milk shot into his throat.

Rachel hummed to herself as she thrust rough mental fingers into
Blake's mind and turned him into a nice obedient little slave.

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

Rachel took a bite of the pig the boys had made for her. They
had really outdone themselves this time, digging a pit in the back yard
and roasting an entire pig for her. She might not even be able to
finish it.

Things had been great since she enslaved the last of her roommates. The house
was much more harmonious now that everyone shared a common goal: Rachel's
happiness. She had taken over four of the bedrooms for herself, forcing the
others to squeeze into the remaining two. She never had to cook or clean,
and because they were spending so much effort on making her good meals,
all of the food was excellent.

