
"This is it girls. Gladwell." Scarlett's dad announced, pulling to a stop in
front of a blocky red brick dormitory.

"Yep! This is it." Scarlett said with a grin. She could not wait to start
college.

"Let's get you moved in." Her dad said in his extra gruff voice, the one
that Scarlett knew meant he was having feelings.

Scarlett and her parents got out of the truck and went around to the back to
get her things. They quickly filled their arms with the smaller things
that had been packed along the top and headed over to the dorm. Scarlett's
room was up three flights of stairs, but her family worked fast. The whole
family was in great shape, what with Tom Green being a former SEAL, Cheryl
Green working as a dolphin trainer at the aquarium, and Scarlett being
genetically engineered for strength and athleticism among other things.
After not too long, all of Scarlett's things had been moved into her
room and her parents were helping her set up.

"Honey, I think this poster would look good here, don't you?" Cheryl asked
her daughter.

"Yeah mom, that looks good." Scarlett said with an effortlessly brilliant smile.

"Well, I think you're pretty much set up then Scar," Tom said after they had
hung the poster.

"Yeah, thanks guys!"

"I know how these college boys can be Scarlett. If any of them get handsey, just
remember what I taught you, alright?" Tom said, giving his daughter a pat on
the shoulder. The idea of Scarlett on a campus full of horny young men got Tom
steamed up whenever he thought about it too much. Despite the conservative dress
that Scarlett wore, with considerable influence from him and her mother, he knew
that the sight of her would get any boy who laid his greedy little eyes on her
extremely interested. To say his daughter was gorgeous or sexy was understating
things considerably, and though it made Tom proud, it also brought out all kinds
of protective instincts.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, "Don't worry dad, I'll keep my eyes out and break any
arms that seek to sully my honor."

"I still think you should be allowed to have a gun."

"Tom!" Cheryl said, swatting him on the arm.

Scarlett grinned as her dad gave a what-did-I-do look. "I'll be find dad.
Really."

Tom made some non-committal grumbling noises before allowing himself to be
shooed out of the room by his wife. Once he was gone, Cheryl turned to Scarlett,
"You're dad is right to be worried about you, you know. There are going to be
a lot of young men who are very interested in you here, and it may become
hard to remember your condition."

"I know, mom," Scarlett said, smoothing a strand of fiery hair back behind her
perfectly formed ear.

"You have your vibrator right?"

"Yes mom," Scarlett said turning as red as a tomato.

"If you have trouble finding a place to use it, you let me know and I'll call
the school. They are required to accommodate your medical condition."

"Oh my god mom! It's going to be fine. I'm not going to be the first girl who,
you know," Scarlett looked down, thoroughly embarrassed.

"I know this is embarrassing dear, but it's very important to talk about. I
brought you some extra batteries in case your current ones die." Cheryl handed
her crimson skinned daughter a baggy filled with some batteries. "And try not
to use these too often, but you are in college now. You can't be our little girl
forever." She handed Scarlett a box of condoms.

"I'm infertile mom."

"STDs are still a concern. I know Dr. Blinken said that you were likely to be
immune, but I'd rather not find out."

"I guess so." Scarlett declined to point out that she had never been sick a
day in her life. She didn't want to prolong this conversation any more than
needed. "Is that it? You act like I'm going to turn into some weird sex freak
as soon as I move away from home."

"Oh, honey, I don't think that. It's just important to think intentionally about
these things before anything happens. You'll remember to take your meds every
day?"

"Obviously,"

"I'm sorry Honey. I know you will. You're such a responsible girl. I really
shouldn't worry."

Scarlett looked no, "It's ok mom, I know you're just trying to take care of me."
She opened her arms and hugged her mother.

"Now, let's go make sure your dad hasn't wandered off,"

"Sounds smart, you never know with him,"

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Scarlett looked up from the book she was reading as her door opened and a,
curvy girl with tightly curled brown hair and a friendly face stepped in.
"Hi, are you Hanna? I'm Scarlett," she introduced herself.

"Ummm, yeah, I'm Hanna," The girl responded slowly. Scarlett was pretty used to
people reacting like that when they first saw her. She knew her face was
pretty distracting with its large green gemstone eyes, long lashes, perfectly
formed nose and cheekbones, delicate chin, and of course her plump, sensual
lips.

"I guess we're roommates then. Can I help you move in at all?" Scarlett asked,
swinging her legs in their long billowy skirts off her bed and standing
up.

"That would actually be great. Three flights of stairs is no joke."

"Yeah," Scarlett smiled, "but many hands make light work."

Hanna lead her roommate down to her car, noting that the tall red head was
wearing flats and was still taller than her own 5'4" inch frame by three
or so inches despite the 3" heels in her boots. It was a little hard to tell
due to the baggy black dress that Scarlett was wearing, but it was clear that
Hanna's new roommate had a pretty incredible body to go with her gorgeous
face and modelesque height. High set breasts the size of basketballs pressed
up against the fabric of her dress despite its bagginess, and hints of an
equally impressive rear were occasionally visible at the back of her shirts.
Hanna suspected the bagginess was concealing at least a bit of a gut, but
Scarlett's face and hands had no hint that she was fat.

Halfway down the stairs, they bumped into Hanna's parents as they carried
some suitcases up. "Hi mom and dad, this is Scarlett, my roommate." Hanna
introduced her.

"It's lovely to meet you," Hanna's mother said, offering her hand.

"Thanks! You too." Scarlett replied, giving the hand a shake. Hanna's dad
managed to fight through the distraction of seeing a girl as gorgeous as
the young red head in front of him for the first time and shake her hand
as well.

"Well, I guess we'll get out of your way and go grab some stuff." Scarlett said.

"Alright, sounds like a plan." Hanna's dad replied, moving to the side to let
the girls past.

When they got to the car, Scarlett picked up two large boxes and stacked them on
top of a massive trunk. "Woah, Scarlett, I those are really heavy. Maybe we
should wait for my dad to get the trunk."

"Nah, it's ok. I think I got it." Scarlett replied, easily hefting everything
with her genetically enhanced musculature. "If you could get the doors for me,
that would be great though."

"Holy crap, you're really strong!" Hanna said in surprise. "Of course I'll get
the doors for you. Let me just grab something small."

On the way up they met Hanna's parents again, "Oh my, do you want us to take
one of those boxes?" her mother asked in concern.

"Oh, no, they aren't too heavy."

After the girls had passed them, Hanna's father turned and said, "She's
something huh? Those are not light."

"Hanna certainly has an interesting roommate. Maybe it'll be good for her."
her mother replied.

In fairly short order, thanks in large part to Scarlett rapidly shuttling all
the heavy items up, Hanna was moved in and saying goodbye to her parents. Once
they were gone, she turned to her new roommate, "So you want to check out the
dining hall?"

"Sure!" Scarlett said, giving another one of her breathtaking smiles.

They left their room and saw another girl standing in the hall. "Hey, we're
gonna try to go get something to eat. You want to come?" Hanna said.

"Umm, sure," the new girl replied, her eyes skittering over Scarlett's body for
a few seconds, "wow, I love that dress," she tried to cover up the fact that
she had been staring at Scarlett's chest where it thrust forward through the
baggy garment by pretending she had just been admiring the dress.

"Oh, thanks!" Scarlett said, seemingly oblivious to what the girl had really
been thinking about. Hanna chuckled internally at the interaction. She was
pretty sure she knew what had just happened. She herself had certainly been
quite flummoxed when she first seen her uber-sexy new roommate.

The three girls headed down to the dining hall together. It turned out the new
girl was named Cayla and both she and Scarlett wanted to do biology though Cayla
wanted to focus on it exclusively while Scarlett was also majoring in computer
science and business, so the tall red head and shorter blond bonded over that
on their way to the dining hall. After they got their food, Hanna noticed
eyes following Scarlett as they wove their way into the tables to find seats.
Scarlett herself was either ignorant of the attention she was getting or just
ignoring it, but Hanna couldn't help but notice the way Scarlett's mane of
fiery red hair and jutting bosom seemed to draw in every male gaze in the
building. She tried to put it out of her mind as the girls got to know one
another over their first meal together, but she kept noticing boys sending
furtive glances towards her gorgeous roommate. Hanna knew she wasn't bad
looking herself, and had been known to turn a head or two in her time, but
she had never seen a girl effect people the way Scarlett was, and Scarlett
wasn't even taking advantage of it! As they cleaned up their dishes and
headed back to the dorm, Hanna decided that one of her projects for the
year was going to be getting Scarlett to fully embrace the gifts that nature
had given her.

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The defender came forward to try to tackle Percy, so he pushed the ball off into
space to his right where a crimson haired streak shot forward and picked it up.
Scarlett gracefully spun around the last defender and swung a long leg to send
the ball slamming into the upper right corner of the net. She turned and ran
triumphantly back towards Percy, "Whooooooooooo!" she cheered, grabbing him by
the waist and hefting his 220 pound frame into the air without any visible
effort. She ran a few steps before setting him down and slamming a double
high-five with him. The contact had been brief, but it had been enough to make
Percy extremely aware of Scarlett's body as she hugged him to herself. Her low
grip had meant that her huge boobs had pressed into his stomach and crotch, and
if she had held him much longer Percy would have been worried that she would
have been able to feel his growing erection. In fact, he realized that his
shorts were doing a poor job of hiding his inflating manhood when he glanced
down, so he tried to discretely slip his dick under the waistband to better
hide it.  Fortunately, Scarlett didn't seem to notice the change she had
produced in her teammate.

A few minutes later, the timer went off and they called an end to the match.
The final score was 8-1, with Scarlett having scored or assisted in six of their
goals. Percy thought he saw a few resentful glares thrown her way from the
girls on the opposing team. They probably thought it wasn't fair that she was
on a club team when she was that good. For some reason, the boys on the other
team didn't seem nearly as resentful. In fact, several of them came over to
graciously complement the curvaceous vixen on her prowess. Percy thought he had
a pretty good idea of why they were so untroubled by having to get drubbed by
Scarlett. He was glad that he got to play along side her, and not just because
she was the best center midfielder he had ever played with.

Scarlett jogged over to him, her heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically with every
step despite her industrial strength sports bra. Percy wondered how she was
so graceful and fast with all that weight bouncing around on her chest. "Hey
Percy!" she grinned, "Great game!"

"Thanks! You were pretty great yourself. Nice hat-trick!" She gave him a
playful punch in the arm.

"I definitely couldn't have done it without you setting me up." He rubbed his
arm. This girl had some wallop to her.

"We do make a good team." She grinned, bouncing excitedly on her toes in a
motion that dragged Percy's eyes down to her chest. Her t-shirt was a size too
small, and its gray fabric was stretched out so far that he could easily see
her black sports bra and a few inches of cleavage through the overwhelmed
fabric. Internally, Scarlett preened. She had promised her mom she would keep
following the rules, and while knew her mom wouldn't exactly be happy with
her outfit, athletic clothing was an exception to the bagginess rule. She
could tell that Percy couldn't get enough of her body, and she didn't mind
one bit. In fact, she could feel her nipples stiffening as she ran her own
gaze over his muscular arms and chest. He was definitely giving her something
to think about when she spent some time with her vibrator later.

*God, she's so fucking hot.* Percy thought, staring, fascinated, at the
basketball sized orbs bouncing in front of him. "Y-yeah, though I think
you would make a good team with anyone. I'm just along for the ride."

"Don't sell yourself short." She grinned at him, "You up for a little one
on one?"

Percy looked around. Their teammates and opponents had already started to
to filter away from the field, heading back to the heart of campus for dinner.
He was pretty hungry, and had been looking forward to chowing down, but there
was no way in hell he was going to give up on the chance to spend some time
alone with Scarlett in the falling darkness. "Of course." He grinned back.

Scarlett jogged after their departing teammates, "Hey Liam, can I have the ball?
I'll put it away after."

"Sure Scarlett," he threw it over to her.

When she ran back to Percy, he couldn't help but notice that the ball was
smaller than one of her breasts. His erection, which had remained since
she picked him up in celebration, throbbed. "You start with the ball."
She passed it over to him. "After a turnover you have to bring it back
over the half line. Sound good?"

"Sounds fair. I'll start from there," Percy walked over to set up while
Scarlett got in position to defend. "Ready?"

Scarlett grinned, "Always!"

Percy started dribbling towards the net. Within seconds, Scarlett's long
leg snaked out and snatched the ball away from him. She dribbled back over
the half line and then turned, spinning around him in a whirlwind of pale
flesh, her crimson hair brushing up against his face. He turned to pursue
her towards the goal, but she was running all out and Percy couldn't
even begin to keep up. After she scored, she passed the ball back to him
and he dribbled back towards the half line.

Percy was determined to hold onto the ball longer this time so he spun
around and protected it with his back. Scarlett might be freakishly fast and
strong for her size, he he was still bigger than her. He managed to keep
the ball away from her a little longer, but he still hadn't made any
real progress towards the net when she poked a foot between his legs and
beat him in the race to the ball. She juked him out to get back to the
half line and then cut towards the goal once again. This time, she did
as he had done, spinning to protect the ball with her body. It slowed
her down, but Percy never felt like he had a chance to tackle her as
she worked her way towards the net. The whole time, her massive firm
ass was bumping up against Percy's body, and before too long Percy started
paying more attention to the way Scarlett's broad hips and stupendous bubble
butt looked under her tiny waist than to the game. Her butt cheeks were even
larger than her breasts, though not by much, yet her waist looked tighter than
any Percy had seen on a girl her age. Scarlett took advantage of his
distraction to score another goal.

The pattern continued that way. Percy would start dribbling towards the
net only to be rapidly tackled by his sexy opponent, then she would quickly
score and the cycle would start over. Sometimes it took her a little longer
to get the point, but Percy never recovered the ball, and he was starting to
suspect that she was just taking her time in order to have an excuse to slide
her body against his. He certainly hoped so. Eventually he gave up, and just
let Scarlett play with him like a cat with a mouse. He took the opportunity
to admire her body in the tight t-shirt and shorts she wore. He could see
her heavy breasts even when she put her back to him, and her shirt kept working
free of her shorts to expose her perfectly flat and toned belly. She would
tuck it back in, but that just pulled her shirt tighter over her chest.

"Hey, Scarlett?"

"Yeah?"

"It's getting pretty dark. Do you want to call it a day?"

"Oh, yeah, you're right." Scarlett kicked herself. She had forgotten that her
night vision was a lot better than a normal humans.

They walked over to the bench and Percy picked up his phone. "Oh shoot, the
dining halls are closing in like half an hour. We should run if we want to
eat."

"I should change first." Scarlett said. Wearing a too-small t-shirt for
athletics was one thing, but wearing that same shirt outside of an athletic
activity was definitely against the rules.

"I don't think there is time. Let's just grab a bite and then you can change
afterwards."

"I look all sweaty and gross though."

"Scarlett, you look fine. More than fine. I mean you look great. I'm sure no
one will notice or care." Percy lied. He knew that at least half of the campus
population would absolutely notice the voluptuous red headed freshman who
normally covered up so thoroughly walking into a crowded dining hall in
sweaty clothes clinging to her stupendous curves.

"You think so? Well, we do only have half an hour." Scarlett said. It wasn't
like she had set out to break the rules. She hadn't intentionally ignored
the falling light so that she wouldn't have time to change before eating.
Had she?

They hurried back towards the heart of campus and went into the dining hall.
Scarlett pulled ahead with her long legged rapid stride, and Percy allowed
himself to enjoy the sight of her tight shorts around that incredible butt.
He didn't want to be creepy, but it was difficult not to stare. Eventually,
he pushed himself to walk along side the young bombshell, though not without
a fair bit of reluctance.

They swiped into the dining hall and quickly piled up trays of food. Scarlett
had taken twice as much food as Percy when they met back up and started looking
for a table. "Now I see how you got so strong," he said, jerking his chin
at the pile of food.

Scarlett flushed, "Oh, yeah, ummmm, I guess," she giggled, "I love to eat."

"Wanna sit over there?" gesturing to a nook where a small table with just two
seats was nestled. He wanted to make this dinner with his incredible teammate
to feel as much like a date as he could make it, and the seclusion of the
nook would cut down on the lustful glances that were already following
Scarlett from various corners of the room. If they had come during peak time,
he was sure that the sign of Scarlett in such a tight shirt would have caused
a major stir.

They had to eat quickly since the dining hall was closing so soon. Scarlett
wanted to project an image of delicacy and poise to Percy, but now that she
had the food in front of her she was ravenous, and they only had a little bit
of time. After she took her first few bites, she forgot her intentions and
began wolfing down the food, taking huge bites and making the big pile in
front of her dwindle with impressive speed. At least she wasn't eating like
she had when she was 14 at the height of her growth spurt. Her dad still swore
she ate her weight every day back then. Finally, she put her fork down and
leaned back, rubbing her belly appreciatively, "Ahhh, that hit the spot!"
she declared, glancing down towards Percy only to realize that her view
was blocked by the way her position thrust her chest up into the air.

"Y-yeah, it definitely did," Percy said, his eyes locked on the way Scarlett's
heavy breasts rose into the air while she stretched. He brought his eyes up
to meet hers as she straightened back up. He didn't think she had noticed how
he had been ogling her, but it has getting a little hard to think straight
after such a long exposure to the gorgeous girl.

Scarlett picked up her phone and looked at the time, "Oh, crap!" she said
seeing the time.

"What, we've still got five minutes."

"No, I was supposed to- sorry, I've gotta run. It was really nice hanging out
Percy. Let's do it again!" She grabbed her plate and ran over to the dish
return before high-tailing it out of there. *I wonder where she had to go
in such a hurry*.


"Scar? Something happen?" Hanna looked up from her book.

Scarlett grabbed the bottle of pills on her dresser with a desperate haste that
stood in contrast with her typical effortless grace. She shook three out and
swallowed them dry. "Forgot to take my meds." She said. She was beginning to
run low too. She would have to remember to call Dr. Blinken tomorrow. Now that
he had upped to dose, she went through pills fast.

"What are those for anyway? If you don't mind me asking?" Hanna said.

"Oh, no, I don't. They're for a condition that doesn't really have a name. As
far as I know, I'm the only one who has it." Scarlett was pretty sure she didn't
have any brothers or sisters who had survived the raid on the illegal crèche
that her father had participated in 18 years before, and Dr. Blinken told her
that no one else had come close to replicating the work of Dr. Lee since the
unethical researcher had been killed and his backers had been imprisoned. Making
people like her was a lost art, just like making glass flowers in the style of
Leopold and Rudolph Blaschka.

"Okayy, very mysterious."

Scarlett gave a half hearted smile. What could she say? That she had been
designed by a genius bent on creating a crop of assassins, blackmailers,
and spies that would let him control the world's elite? That she was designed
to seduce and addict men and that the pills prevented her pheromones and bodily
fluids from having too strong of an effect on them? "It's really
not that interesting. I honestly don't understand it that well yet, and I'm
studying bio," she lied.

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"Hey Scarlett do you want to- Jeez!!" Hanna cut off as she opened the door to
her room and found her roommate completely naked on the bed, one hand grasping
at her left breast and the other working a huge red vibrator rapidly in
and out of her pussy.

Scarlett yelped in shock and reached down to grab her blankets to drag them
up over herself. She pulled so hard that they came out of the bottom of her
bed and her legs ended up dangling out while the blankets piled on top of
her face. "I thought you had class!"

"I thought you were a Mormon or something! I mean I skipped because I was too
tired!" Hanna said, the image of her roommates insane curves still seared
into her brain. Why were her nipples getting hard? She wasn't attracted to
girls. At least, she hadn't been until now. "Forget I said anything about
Mormons!"

"Can we forget this ever happened?" Scarlett left the blankets covering her
face, as she desperately wished the world would disappear.

"Y-yeah, let's do that. Ummm, can you put a sock on the door or something
next time?"

"I thought that was only for if I had a boy over."

"Well, maybe for this too?"


They remained there in silence for a few more minutes before Scarlett sat
up, cupping the blankets to herself, "So, now you know I'm a huge perv."
Her face was doing its best to help her live up to her name.

"You're not a perv. Don't let the patriarchy tell you that there is anything
wrong with your sexuality."

"No, you don't understand. I'm like a huuuuge perv. I can't help it." Scarlett
looked embarrassed to be saying this, but it seemed like some kind of floodgate
had opened and she had to let it out, "I know I seem like 'a Mormon or
something'-"

"I told you to forget about that. It was insensitive to Mormons."

"well, anyway, you know what I mean. I know I seem that way, but secretly
I'm horny all the time, and this is the only thing I can do about it."

Hanna looked at Scarlett and smirked, "Girl, with that body, you can do a lot
more than that."

"Oh, no, I couldn't. I mean, with a boy? I shouldn't. My mom-"

"Scar! You're in college. What you mother thinks about your sex life is no
longer relevant." Hanna said sharply. She was furious at the idea that a parent
could be so controlling.

"No, she's right. It's related to my condition. It's why I'm like this."

Hanna narrowed her eyes. She was starting to suspect that there was no condition
at all, and Scarlett's parents just didn't like having a daughter with a healthy
libido. "If you say so Scar, but you don't have to be secretive about this. Just
let me know and I'll leave the room."

"Umm, wow, you're a great roommate Hanna! I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to
switch roommates."

"Switch roommates? Over this?" Hanna laughed derisively. "It's really no big
deal Scar."

"Ummm, ok, if you say so."

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"Mmmmmmmmmm, no." Hanna declared loudly when Scarlett walked out of their
room to join Cayla, herself, her new boyfriend Aaron, and Aaron's friend
Abshir.

"What?" Scarlett asked in confusion, looking down at her billowy green patchwork
dress. It definitely followed the rules, but then Hanna didn't know the rules,
so she couldn't have been worried about that.

"We need to get that thing off of you. This is a frat party, not a
whatever-the-fuck-people-wear-that-to."

"Babe, be nice," Aaron chided.

"Honey, stay out of this, it's for her own good, it's coming from a place of
love. Granted, the bitch is still the hottest thing for five miles in either
direction in that monstrosity, but it's kinda like storing the crown jewels
in an old cardboard box." Hanna turned to Cayla with fire in her eyes and
jabbed her finger at her friend, "Cayla! You know what this means?"

"Emergency makeover?" Cayla said with a grin. She and Hanna had been quietly
fantasizing about what they could do with Scarlett given half a chance for
weeks now.

"Emergency makeover!" Hanna agreed. "Emergency makeover!" they chorused together
in unison.

"Umm, guys I don't know, this dress follows the rules-"

"Did you mother make these rules!?!?!" Hanna demanded, taking a few menacing
steps towards Scarlett, who backed away.

"Ummm, y-yeah?"

"Then forget em. No parents, no rules!"

Aaron opened his mouth. Hanna glared at him. He shut his mouth. Hanna turned
to Abshir, "Abshir, don't you want to see what Scarlett looks like after my
expert attention?"

Abshir desperately did, but he didn't want Scarlett to think he was a lecher.
"I'm uhhh, staying out of this-"

"He does." Hanna cut him off.

"He *definitely* does," Cayla agreed.

Scarlett looked over at Abshir. He was her lab partner in the organic chemistry
class she was taking even though she was a first semester freshman, and she had
been admiring his powerful body since they first got paired up. She didn't
want to look bad in front of him. "Umm, I guess you could-" she didn't
get to finish, as Hanna shoved her bodily into their room and Cayla
darted after, slamming the door behind them.

"Was Cayla cackling?" Aaron asked.

"Yep. So now we wait for like an hour, right?"

"Yep."

"Worth." Abshir grinned.

The two boys stood talking in the hallway while the occasional shrill
exclamation filtered out of the room. At one point Hanna poked her head
out of the door and gave Aaron a harried look, "This girl has literally
nothing to wear," she declared before pulling her head back in and closing
the door once again. *I wouldn't mind that,* Abshir thought to himself,
imagining what Scarlett might look like with nothing on. He kept the
thought to himself though.

Cayla popped out of the room and went into her own room. Re-emerging with
a pair of heels. Five minutes later, the door banged open and Hanna jumped
out, a manic grin on her face. She gestured extravagantly towards the door,
paused and snapped, "Aaron, close your eyes, you can open them after tonight,"
then turned back towards the room, "come on out babe, just like I showed you,"

"Umm, ok," Scarlett strutted through the door with a sexy sway in her hips
and gave a little twirl before giggling awkwardly, "oh my god, I feel like
such a dork," said the unreasonably sexy bombshell.

She wore one of her long shapeless dresses, except that the skirt had been
made much shorter by gathering it up and folding it over itself multiple
times. The folds were held in place by a tightly cinched belt, and the folds
gave her skirt some body, making it flare away from her hips even more
dramatically than her own curves. The belt was really doing a lot of work,
contrasting her 26" waist with her 62" hips and making it clear that just
one of her monster boobs was bigger around than her itty bitty midriff.
A slit had been cut in the high neckline of the dress, and the pressure of
Scarlett's bust turned it into a wide V that exposed three or four inches
of flawless cleavage. Scarlett could think of half a dozen ways in which
the outfit violated the rules, but seeing the way Abshir was looking at her,
she found that she didn't care.

"Wow, you look good Scarlett. Umm, really good." Abshir said.

"Thanks!" Scarlett blushed prettily.

"Yeah, you look great!" Aaron seconded.

"Didn't I tell you to shut your eyes?" Hanna demanded.

Aaron grinned and adopted a cartoonishly posh British accent, "I was merely
admiring your incredible craftsmanship, my lady,"

"Guys, as much as I'd like to keep ogling Scarlett all night, we have a
pre-game that we are super late to," Cayla pointed out.

"You're right, let's go." Aaron made a circling motion in the air and
the gang headed towards the stairs.

Once out of the building, they hustled down the hill to a dorm where
one of Cayla's friends was hosting a pre-game. They stood outside in
the chill air while Cayla called to get let in. Hanna complained about
the cold and the others agreed, though Scarlett hadn't really noticed
it. "Hey girl!" Cayla's friend said, opening the door, "Y'all are way
behind. Come on!"

They followed into a room thumping with music. Half a dozen people stood
around the room half dancing with drinks in their hands. "Newbies all take
shots!" someone declared. Everyone but Scarlett accepted a shot glass of low
grade vodka in turn. Scarlett was already feeling adventurous enough
having broken the wardrobe rules and didn't think drinking would be a
good idea. What if she forgot her own strength and broke someone's bones
or something? Instead, she filled a solo cup with orange juice so that it
would look like she was drinking a screwdriver and pulled back into a
corner to watch the rowdy drinking games.

"You alright?" Abshir asked, coming over next to her.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just don't want to drink. This is just OJ." She confided.

Abshir nodded, "I feel that. I think it is pretty smart to take things easy
freshman year. A lot of people just go wild. I know I did."

"Who says I'm not gonna go wild? I'm just not drinking." Scarlett put down
her drink and began to dance. At first she was a little awkward, but she
had been designed for this, and soon instinct took over.

It wasn't long before the whole crowd was watching her. Hanna started
cheering, "Yeah Scar! Ok, ok!" Scarlett moved her body to the beat,
feeling the music flow through her. The boys in the room and several of
the girls stared at her with building lust. Finally, the song reached
a crescendo and Scarlett raised her hands in fists next to her ears before
jerking her chest in and out in time with the rapid beat. She broke
off laughing before the song could end. The drunken crowd continued to
cheer loudly. Everyone left the room soon after that. On the way down
the stairs, Scarlett noticed that the force of bouncing her nearly fourty
pounds of boob up and down in her dress had opened up the slit even more, so
that now she was displaying six or seven inches of cleavage, and the edges of
her bra was showing in places. It was definitely against the rules, but
she didn't care.

When the gaggle of freshman and sophomores showed up at the frat, they
saw a long, predominantly male line outside the door. "Oh crap, it's
gonna take forever to get in." Scarlett complained.

Hanna snorted, "Not for us."

"Why not?"

"We have girls. Hot girls." She cupped her own boobs and leered at her
roommate.

"Is that really how it works?"

Hanna shook her head, "Oh my god, you are," her voice shifted into an
exaggerated Russian accent, "like small baby." She finished in a more
normal tone, "come on, let's go."

The frat bros hanging out at the door glanced at the two girls appreciatively.
"Hey, can we go in?" Hanna asked.

One of the bros jerked his chin towards the door. "Can my friends come too?"

He looked over at the group they had arrived with, "She can come, but there are
too many guys already," he said pointing to Cayla.

"Alright, there are plenty of other parties, let's go Scarlett," Hanna started
walking away and made motions at her roommate like she was beckoning a dog.

When Scarlett turned to follow her, another frat bro spoke up, "Hold on, hold
on, I think we got enough space. Kyle, why you turning her away, I mean turning
them away?"

Hanna turned around and gave them a sickly sweet smile, "Thanks boys!" She
beckoned their friends over and as a group they pushed into the party, sinking
into the thumping beat and press of bodies. Beer sloshed up against Scarlett's
arm and someone slurred an apology. She could feel lustful eyes following her
as Hanna led the group to a gap in the crowd and they started dancing in a
circle. Part of her was put off by it, but the part of her that fantasized about
being desired as she gave her powerful vibrator a workout every day loved it.
Her body moved naturally with the beat, and she felt graceful in her borrowed
heels, though this was the first time she had every worn any, what with her
mother's rules. The music flowed through her limbs, and she realized that more
and more people were watching her dance. She grinned, and threw herself into
the movements even more. Her back arched and her hips swayed in ways that were
decidedly sensual. Scarlett knew she shouldn't be doing this. She had a
condition after all, yet it felt so right. She knew that she had been designed
to do this and a whole lot more.

More people joined their dance circle, enthusiastically cheering and taking
turns showing off their moves in the middle. Scarlett was loving it until
a huge guy came up behind her and grabbed her by the waist. Her body went
rigid with shock and she spun out of his grip. He left her alone for about
five minutes before trying again. This time, when she spun away from him,
she gripped the meat of his palm and put the bones of his arm under tension,
forcing him to his knees. Her father had insisted that she learn to defend
herself, and it had turned out that a girl designed by a mad geneticist to
be an assassin among other things was pretty good at martial arts. She had
tried dozens, mastering them all with shocking speed. Aikedo was one of her
favorites. It was wildly impractical for a real fight against a trained
opponent of course, but it had taught her how to do some magical looking
takedowns on untrained opponents.  The big oaf's face reddened, and he
tried to rise to his feet with a roar, but Scarlett just slammed him back
down to the floor. "Don't touch me." She hissed at him, throwing his
hand down contemptuously.

He got up and glared at her menacingly, taking one half step towards her.
She narrowed her eyes at him, fists balling at her sides. Time seemed to
slow down and her attention narrowed on his throat. If he attacked, she
would open his throat with her nails and let him bleed out. She had to
cut her nails with hardened tin snips and file them with diamond covered
sharpening stones. She kept them short, but not so short that they wouldn't
do the job. He seemed to see the danger lurking her her gorgeous green eyes,
because he spun and headed for the door. Scarlett blinked. Had she really
just been planning to kill someone? She shuddered. She had been starting to
forget that she had a condition, but she did.

"Holy shit Scar, that was lit! You scared the fuck out of him!" Hanna yelled.
"Yo, fuck the patriarchy, am I right? What a creep."

"Umm, what?" Scarlett asked.

Hanna leaned closer to better be heard over the pounding music, "You ok Scar?"

Scarlett shook her head, "Umm, yeah, yeah, fine. You're right. What a creep."
Everyone was looking at her. Unlike before, she didn't quite know how to
interpret their looks now. "Let's just dance Hanna."

"Ok," Hanna nodded, and began bouncing with the beat once more. No one else
bothered Scarlett the rest of the night, though she could feel their eyes
on her the whole time. By the time they left, she had halfway convinced herself
that she didn't care.

"Hey Scarlett, what was that that you did to that guy? Judo?" Abshir asked when
they were walking back. Hanna and Aaron had peeled off to head to his place,
leaving Scarlett, Cayla and Abshir to wander around campus in the wee hours.

"Aikedo," she said.

"Oh, that's cool, damn, I should learn that. He was way bigger than you, but
you just, like, used his own energy against him or something."

Scarlett smiled, "Judo is probably better to learn for that kind of thing.
Aikedo does have some really fun joint locks though. Here, I'll show you.
Grab my hand." She stopped and turned towards him, holding out her wrist.
Abshir looked at her suspiciously, "I don't bite," she cocked her head and
gave him a sweet smile, fluttering her eyelashes a few times. Abshir grabbed
her wrist. "Like you mean it!" Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"Umm, like this?"

"Harder. What good are those big strong arms if you don't use them?"

Abshir narrowed his eyes and crunched down with the full force of his powerful
grip. Before he knew what was happening, Scarlett's arm was twisting in his
hand and she had somehow taken his own hand in hers in a way that was forcing
him to the ground. "Holy shit!"

Scarlett giggled, "Surprised?"

"Not really. I saw what you did to that dude. How did you learn all this
anyway?"

"My dad was a navy SEAL for a long time, and he insisted that his little
girl know how to take care of herself. I did a lot of martial arts in high
school. That and shooting. He probably wants to send me ammo in a care
package."

Abshir gulped, "remind me not to piss you off."

Scarlett smiled sweetly down at him, "Remember not to piss me off Abshir."

"Umm, Scarlett,"

"Yeah?"

"Can you let me up?"

"Oh, I forgot about that," she said, not moving.

"Sooooooo?"

Scarlett sighed, "Fine."

Abshir rose to his feet, standing just a foot and a half away from Scarlett.
Her breasts more than halfway bridged the gap, and he was suddenly very aware
of her body. In those heels, she was only an inch or so shorter than him. Her
emerald orbs shone in the twilight, and her plump pink lips looked oh so
kissable. "What me to show you something else?" she asked.

The moment was broken and Abshir stepped back, "Umm, no, no, that's fine. I
need to be in one piece tomorrow. Actually, it's getting pretty late. I should
head home."

"Ok Abshir. I'll see you in lab on Tuesday." Scarlett waved.

"See you Scar," he turned and disappeared into the night.

"He totally likes you," Cayla commented after he had left.

"Umm, you think so?" Scarlett flushed.

"Yeah, did you see how he was looking at you? Also, he's male, and you're,
well, let's just say if I didn't believe in the magic of female friendship
I would be hella jealous of you."

"Oh, s-sorry," Scarlett bit her lip. While she had been flaunting her body
like some kind of hussy, she hadn't been thinking about her friends at all.
How could she have been so selfish?

Cayla laughed, "Calm down Scar, jeez. You have nothing to apologize for.
Well, your whole wardrobe actually does require an apology. Do you know how
hard Hanna and I had to work to get you halfway presentable?"

Scarlett smiled as the turned back towards their dorm, "What's wrong with
my wardrobe? You sound like Hanna."

"'cause Hanna has a point!" They walked on into the night, Cayla doing her
best impression of their absent friend as she gave Scarlett and earful on
the need to represent the girls of Gladwell.

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Scarlett eased her foot up as she finished sewing the zipper into her new
dress. Really, it was an old dress, the same billowy black number she had worn
on the first day of school a month ago. After the "emergency makeover" that
Hanna and Cayla had given her, she had decided she liked the look and used the
sewing machine at the craft center to hem a couple of her dresses up to mid
thigh. She wasn't really supposed to use it without official training, but when
she had explained to the boy supervising the craft center that she had a sewing
machine at home and told him what she was going to be doing with it, he had
decided to make an exception. The fact that she had just been coming back from
a soccer game and he had trouble looking her in the eye might have had something
to do with his pliability as well.

When Percy had asked her out a few days ago, she had decided that just hemming
wasn't enough of a transformation, so she lowered the neckline of one of the
dresses so that it just hinted at her cleavage. It didn't actually show any, but
there was a slight darkening in the center of the U-neck where the shadows
between her breasts began to form. She had finished that quickly and decided to
take in the sides of her dress so that she didn't have a mass of fabric bunched
up around her middle under her belt. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to account
for the fact that there was no way the part of the dress fitted to her tiny
waist would fit over her bust or hips, so she had no way of getting the dress
on. She was just lucky that she only needed two hours of sleep a night. She
normally did homework or hit the heavy bag in the very early mornings, but
this morning she had woken up early to put a zipper on her dress. Her date with
Percy was tonight and she didn't want to have to fall back on one of her less
modified dresses.

Scarlett held up the dress and smiled. She couldn't wait to try it on. She
glanced around. The building was dead silent. She felt like she was the only
thing moving on campus. She stripped off the dress she was currently wearing
and stood in her industrial looking bra and panties. Even though there was
no one around, she moved as quickly as she could to pull on the black dress.
As she reached behind herself to zip up with graceful flexibility, she felt
the fabric pull tight and slid down over her breasts, revealing more than
a hint of cleavage. When she had taken in the dress, she had done more than
she meant to, and now the cinched fabric was pulling the bust of the dress
down to reveal the tops of her breasts and four inches of cleavage. Her
heavy duty bra peeked into view as well. "Drat," Scarlett said when she
saw it.

If she was following the rules, she would fall back on one of her other
dresses. Of course if she was following the rules, she wouldn't have gotten
this far in the first place. She took off the dress, then she took off her
bra, revealing her huge orbs in all of their perfect, naked glory. The sight
of her naked chest made Scarlett's nipples stiffen in arousal. She always
turned herself on, at least a little. She dropped the huge bra on the chair
she had just been sitting in. She didn't need it for support. Bras were just
one of the rules. She pulled the dress back on and zipped it back up. Her
nipples made large dents in the tight black fabric, which only made them
harder. Despite herself, Scarlett loved how she looked. She stuffed her
unneeded bra in her bag and walked over to the womens bathroom so she could
see what she looked like in a mirror. The flame haired vixen that greeted
her was sex incarnate. She slid her hands over the dress, caressing her own
curves. She tugged the neckline of the dress up, trying to make it a little
more like the way she had intended, but then thought better of it and pulled
the dress even further down than it first had been. She placed one finger
between her plump lips and gave herself a smoldering look in the mirror.
"God, I'm so fucking hot," she muttered, sliding her hands down over the
prominent dents left in the dress by her nipples and mashing her boobs
together. After admiring herself for a few more minutes, she spun on the
blocky heel of her heavy black ankle high boots and walked out. Every
time one of the 4 inch heels of her new boots struck the ground, her
chest and hair bounced hypnotically. Scarlett felt like a new woman.


She was wearing much the same thing when she met up with Percy in the middle
of the afternoon, except that she had retrieved some pasties from her room
to hide her nipples before the rest of campus woke up. She had felt eyes
following her all day, even more than they normally did. She knew the boys
were desperately lusting after her and the girls were jealous. She loved it.

"Hey Scarlett, you look amazing!" Percy said as he approached.

She smiled and skipped over to him, "thanks!" She leaned in an pulled him into
a hug, flatting her huge chest against his and letting him bury his face in
her voluminous hair. When she pulled back after a few seconds, Percy was already
rock hard. "So, you want to show me where this farmer's market is?" she asked
after he stared at her for a few seconds.

"Ummm, right, yeah, this way." He gestured off towards the street they had to
go down, and Scarlett turned to follow him as he lead the way. Beneath her
dress, she felt her nipples stiffening as she dwelt on the way her hug seemed
to have short circuited her cute teammate.

Neither of them was really in the market for groceries, so they drifted over to
some of the stand serving hot food and bought some cider doughnuts and hot
mulled cider. They linked arms and walked slowly through the crowd, drifting
over to a stand selling hand made jewelry next to a larger stall doing a brisk
business in kale. Scarlett picked up a couple of sea glass earrings.

"You like them?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, they're cute, don't you think?"

"Let me buy them for you."

"Oh, actually, my ears ain't pierced." Scarlett pulled back her hair and leaned
over so he could see. Piercing her ears had been against the rules for a long
time. Her mother had said that she could get them pierced a year ago, but
Scarlett had never felt the need until now.

"What about this necklace then?" He lifted up a necklace in a similar style.
"I think it would look great on you."

Scarlett bit her lip, she really did want it. She hadn't ever really worn
jewelry except in private. She knew she probably shouldn't. She was programmed
at a genetic level to have a particular personality, and if she started to do
things that lined up with her programming, there was a good chance the whole
package would start to come along. At the thought, she brushed her fingertips
along the silky skin that her short skirt exposed. Would that really be so bad?
"you don't have to..." she said, but she didn't put any real feeling into the
objection.

"Oh, it's no big deal, I want to Scarlett,"

She smiled at him, "Ok, thanks Percy!" He turned to the artist running the stall
and bought it. She talked to them about how she made her jewelry as she made
change and gave them a little business card containing her social media handles.
Afterwards, they walked a few steps away and paused so that Scarlett could let
Percy put the necklace on her. He had to come in close to reach around her
neck as she pulled her hair out of the way, and the tips of her breasts pushed
into his chest as he fumbled around trying to find the clasp.

"Do you want me to do it?"

He shook his head and tried to concentrate on his fingertips instead of the warm
pressure against his chest. "No, I think I almost got it." He fumbled a bit more
and then finally stepped back, "Ok, there is is."

Scarlett grinned, "I love it!" The necklace nestled right in the middle of her
cleavage. The cord was the perfect length to make it float on the surface
without sinking in, and Scarlett loved the way it drew even more attention to
her stupendous rack. She felt guilty for loving it of course, but not as guilty
as she once might have. "What do you think? Does this look ok?" She adjusted
the position of the necklace and tugged at her dress, pulling up and then
smoothing it down, somehow ending up with an extra inch or so of cleavage on
display.

Percy gulped, "Umm, yeah, they're- I mean it's perfect."

Scarlett smirked at his little slip up, "Mmmmmm, I think so to." She turned
abruptly and presented her crooked arm for him to take.

They walked around the market a bit more, before peeling off and wandering
through the surrounding city streets. It was starting to grow late, so they
walked back towards campus.

"Well, I guess this is me," Scarlett said when they came to Gladwell.

"Yeah. I had a really great time. Thanks for-"

Scarlett cut him off by leaning in and pressing her lush lips to his. The
kiss didn't last long, and by the time she pulled back, Scarlett was blushing
furiously. "Me to!" she said with a shy smile.

Percy found that he couldn't stop grinning, "Umm, wow, ummm,"

"I'll see you in practice Percy, or maybe sooner?" She turned and disappeared
back into her dorm. Percy's grin didn't fade for the next few hours.

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*Jesus Christ, it's like she gets hotter every day,* Abshir thought to himself
as he walked a few steps behind Scarlett. She was dressed casually in a pair of
yoga pants and an over sized t-shirt knotted on itself at the waist, and the
way her ass stretched out her yoga pants was driving him absolutely wild. *If
she stopped walking I could probably set a drink on that thing,* he thought to
himself. He had been sporting a semi-chub ever since Scarlett bent over at the
waist to pick up the ball bearing they had been using in their lab, but walking
behind her towards Jimmy's had quickly turned that into a full blow erection.

"I'm so hungry. I can't wait to eat." She said as they entered the pizza joint.

Trying to clear the cobwebs left in his mind by her incredible ass Abshir said,
"Umm, yeah, yeah, me to! I could eat a cow."

"You want to split a large?"

"Sure."

They walked up to the counter and pulled a few drinks out of the fridge next to
the cash register before placing their order. Abshir noticed the way the guys
working there followed Scarlett with their eyes and found himself getting a
little annoyed, though he himself was pretty helpless to avoid doing the same.
They walked over to one of the booths and sat down. "Do you feel like the
grading for these labs is all fucked up?" Scarlett asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my first lab report was perfect, but I still got a C. I worked really
hard on it and they still trashed it for reasons that didn't even make sense.
I talked to Sarah about it and she said the same thing happened to her. In fact,
everyone I talked to said they got a garbage grade on the first report."

"Yeah, me too, but I think it was fair."

Scarlett shook her head, "That's what I thought too at first, but I don't think
so anymore. I decided that my time was better spent on other stuff if they are
just gonna trash everything equally, but my grades have started getting better.
I think they are just playing games with us."

"But why would they do that?"

"You remember how Kendell gave that big speech about how he was going to teach
us how to write lab reports on the first day of class, and how none of us knew
yet but in his class we would learn?"

Abshir sucked his teeth and shook his head, "You think he's just wanted to
establish a shit baseline so he could tell himself a nice story about how
we are improving under his enlightened tutelage?"

"Yeah, exactly," Scarlett nodded emphatically, "Sarah thinks so too."

"Fucker," Abshir shook his head and folded his fists under his biceps.

"Fucker," Scarlett agreed, glancing down appreciatively at the way Abshir's
pose made his powerful muscles bulge.

They bitched about the unfairness of it all until their order was ready.
The guy who brought their Pizza over was a little too friendly for Abshir's
taste, but before long they were alone with the food. They both dug in
immediately, and conversation stopped while they each plowed through their
first two pieces.

"Mmmmmmmmm, this is really good. I was so hungry." Scarlett finally said as
she picked up her third piece while Abshir was still halfway through his
second.

"Yeah, same." Scarlett continued to chow down, but Abshir began to slow.
"Hey are you on the school meme page?" he said to fill the silence.

Scarlett swallowed a big bite, "No. What's that?"

"There's some pretty good content on there." He said, showing her his phone.

Scarlett chuckled, "That's pretty funny. It's all just memes about the school?"
She took another bite and scrolled a bit further down, "Who's Todd?"

Abshir shrugged, "I don't really know. I think he's in one of the frats and all
his brothers make memes to make fun of him or something."

"Huh. Can you invite me?"

"Yeah, I got you, don't worry." He took his phone back and sent her the invite.

"Thanks!" She gave him another one of those smiles that made his heart flutter.
She took a big bite, finishing off the last of her fourth piece of pizza. "Oh,
man," she leaned back and stretched luxuriously, giving Abshir the chance to
goggle at her huge rack as it pressed up against the baggy confines of her top.
"I shouldn't eat so much, my boobs are already big enough."

Abshir's dick twitched, Scarlett had always seemed so buttoned down to him,
but now she was talking about her breasts. She really had changed a lot in
the short time that she had been at college. "You don't like having large
breasts?" he asked, trying not to sound as interested as he was.

"Mmmmmmmm, I don't know. I guess I feel like I'm not supposed to like it, but
I don't really mind. I don't really have any of the problems that other girls
with big boobs have. My back doesn't hurt, my posture is fine, and they don't
even sag." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'm not even wearing
a bra right now, and look," she grinned and smoothed her top town around her
bust, "still perky!"

Abshir felt his thoughts go a little fuzzy as he goggled at the grinning red
head putting her body on display for him. He never would have imagined himself
in this kind of situation when he first met his lab partner in her sack like
dress. "How, umm, how-"

Scarlett knew this was far outside the bounds of the rules, but somehow that
made it even more fun to cut him off with a sly glance up through her eyelashes,
"You want to know how big they are, huh?"

Abshir was glad of his dark Somali skin because it helped hide his flush of
embarrassment. He did want to know. "umm, yeah,"

"Don't be shy about it. I don't mind you asking. I actually don't know my cup
size since my bras are all custom, but my boobs are about 10 inches in diameter
each. Whatever I eat seems to go right to my boobs and butt. To be honest, it's
made it kinda hard to stick to a diet since I don't really mind how gaining
weight makes me look." There was more to it than that. When Scarlett realized
how she gained weight, she had started binging as a sort of quiet rebellion
against her mother's rules. Her mom could make her cover up, but she could just
grow so curvy that no clothes in the world could entirely hide her body.

"I'm kinda full, do you want my last piece?" Abshir had room for another piece,
but after Scarlett's explanation of her ridiculous curves, he thought it could
be of more service elsewhere.

Scarlett smirked at him and picked up her fifth piece of pizza, "I guess you
don't mind how it makes me look either." She pushed her plate out of the way
and leaned forward so that her breasts rested on the table, drawing her top
tight around them. Abshir gulped, sure that it was intentional. The way Scarlett
was eating suddenly seemed sensual, his eyes kept getting drawn to her lush
pink lips as she bit into the pizza. When he had first met Scarlett, he had
assumed she was really good with understated makeup, but he had since realized
that her lips were just naturally that perfectly kissable shade, her eyes
just popped like that all on their own. He wasn't sure about her eyebrows, but
he suspected that those were entirely natural too, despite their perfectly
defined arches.

Scarlett's nipples stiffened slowly as she ate her last piece. Abshir had
fallen completely silent and was just watching her with undisguised lust
and what she thought might be awe. The fact that she could do this to a boy
made her feel so sexy. "You want to get started on our lab reports together
after this?"

Abshir had been planning on putting that off for a while, but if the gorgeous
girl in front of him had declared that she really wanted to go watch paint
dry, he would not have turned her down. "Sure, that sounds smart. Do you want
to go to the library or..."

"Nah, that place is always super packed. I was hoping for some place a little
quieter, you know where no one will bother us."

"Ummm, well, there's the bio building, or-"

"How 'bout your room? You have a single, right?" She cut him off with a
predatory glint in her eye.

"Ummmm, yeah, yeah, we can go there. I only have one desk though."

"Mmmm, that's ok. I don't mind using your bed." Scarlett gave him a flirtatious
grin.

*Jesus, is she hitting on me?* Abshir finally realized. "Ok then. Let's go."
He said, getting up and rapidly clearing the table. Scarlett smirked as she
watched him clean up and high-tail it out the door.

After they had been walking for a minute or so, she said, "Wow, you must
*really* like lab reports."

"No, actually, they're really annoying. Why do you say?"

"Oh, I just noticed you're walking a lot faster than you were on the way over
here, so I thought you must be real excited to start working on your lab
report."

Abshir slowed down, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to walk so fast."

Scarlett giggled, "Oh, I wasn't complaining. I can keep up fine. Is it possible
though that you're thinking about something besides lab reports?" She fluttered
her eyelashes at him and gave him a look of excessive innocence.

Abshir grinned, "Maybe, why, are *you* thinking about something besides lab
reports?"

"Hmmmm, I don't know. We'll just have to find out won't we."

Abshir's hand was shaking a little when he slid his key into his door to open
it. He was so excited by what Scarlett had been implying that the image of her
body in his mind was interfering with his fine motor skills. Despite his
impairment, he managed to get the door open pretty quickly. "Well, this is
my room. It's kinda a mess," he laughed nervously. Before he could turn around
he heard a distinctive click as the door locked. When he turned he saw Scarlett
staring at him intently, her arms drawn back behind herself so she could
manipulate the mechanisms of the lock and her chest thrust forward.

She set her backpack down on the floor and stalked towards him, her eyes
gleaming with desire. She raised her elegant hands to slide them up his
belly onto his large pecs. After a moment, she pushed him gently down
onto the bed and leaned forward to kiss him. Her full lips melted into
his and their mouths moved against one another as she pressed her chest
to him. Scarlett thought that she probably should be nervous, since she
had never kissed a boy before, but she didn't feel like a virgin. She felt
confident and sexy, like she knew exactly what to do. It was almost as if
she had been programmed for this at the very deepest level.

She bore him down to the bed, crawling over him to drag her heavy breasts
over his body. She paused and let her full weight press down onto him,
completely swallowing his head between boobs noticeably larger than it was.
Abshir was a little surprised by just how heavy she was, but he supposed those
massive curves had to add a lot of weight. "You like it in there?" she giggled.
Abshir mumbled something unintelligible, but Scarlett ignored him, reaching
down to grab the iron hard bulge in his pants. "It looks like you do." She
raised her hips and dropped one hand to help herself squirm out of her yoga
pants and panties. In a few seconds she had slid out of them and tossed them
aside. The scent of her wetness filled the air as she walked her wide hips
up his body to position her pussy over his face. She pressed her womanhood
down against his mouth and let out a soft moan as his eager tongue slid
out to lick at her sensitive flesh.

Abshir slid his hands up to grope at her bare ass and realized with shock that
the edge of her massive derrière was closer to his navel than his chin. His
cock twitched and released a few dribbles of precum in his pants. He slid his
hands all over her massive ass cheeks, pressing her bum in towards his face
like he was eating a giant slice of melon. He worked his tongue feverishly,
desperate to impress his goddess of a classmate with his prowess. He was
rewarded for his efforts by her moans rapidly building until after just a
few minutes, her thick thighs tensed and her vagina began to spasm around
his tongue as she came loudly. For a second Abshir worried that his head
might pop from the strength of her thighs, but she soon relaxed and got
off of him. "Wow!" she grinned at him and leaned down to give him a fierce
kiss, "thanks!" She turned around and began rummaging through her backpack,
bending at the waist and giving Abshir the most incredible view of her
ass and pussy. He got up and grabbed her by the tiny waist to pull her
hips back against his own, marveling at how small it felt after he had just
been holding her huge butt. "Hey!" she protested, turning around to give
him a grin, "Slow down tiger, I was just getting this," she held up the condom
she had just fished out of her bag.

"Here, let me," he said, reaching out for it.

"Nuh-uh mister! I didn't practice this on a cucumber for nothing," she said,
turning around fully and sinking to her knees before unbuckling his pants and
sliding them and his underwear down around his knees. Abshir's 7 inch dick
sprung out of the confines of his pants and nearly slapped her in the face.
Scarlett eyed it hungrily before opening up the condom package and placing
it on the tip of Abshir's dick. Slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her
plump lips around the condom and slid her mouth down his dark shaft, deftly
using her lip and tongue to unroll the condom as she went. Once it was on,
she slid her mouth up and down his shaft a few times before pulling back.

"Wow, that was, really hot Scarlett," Abshir said, "who knew you were such
a wildcat?"

"That's me, the secret wildcat," she giggled, making a clawing motion in
the air, "now, flip me around and finish what you started." Abshir didn't
need any further urging. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around
so that he could line his dick up with her hot pussy as she bent over.
He pressed the tip against her and eased himself in. As he slowly thrust,
he was rewarded by Scarlett moaning softly. He began to pump away at her,
marveling at how tight her pussy felt.

"Harder!" she demanded. Abshir obeyed, putting enough force into his thrusts
that her massive ass jiggled and quaked with each impact, despite its muscular
firmness. Even that wasn't enough because she again demanded, "Harder!" Abshir
was a little worried about hurting her, but judging by her building moans she
was loving it as he put all the strength of his powerful body into his thrusts.
After just a minute or so it became too much for him. The feeling of her
incredible pussy around his cock while her gorgeous body was bent over in
front of him overwhelmed him and he came, twitching against her.

"Awwww, already?" Scarlett turned to look back at him, disappointed.

"Sorry, I just-"

"It's ok. You already made me cum once," she said. "Now, let me clean you up."
She pushed him back to sit on his bed and pulled his pants all the way off.
Looking around, she saw some tissues on his desk and grabbed a couple, then
sashayed back over to him and pulled off his condom, taking as much of his
seamen as she could. She used the tissues to clean up the rest, and then
straddled him.

"That normally doesn't happen. It's just that you're so hot. I guess I just
couldn't control myself."

"It's ok, really!" She leaned down to give him a long slow kiss. "I loved it.
It's kinda hot that I made you cum that quickly."

"Thanks," Abshir wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, reveling
in the feeling of her body pressed against his. Despite his recent orgasm,
he realized that he was not going soft.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had realized it because Scarlett's hand
slid down to grip his shaft. "It looks like your little soldier can still
salute." She purred with that predatory look back in her eye. She leaned
forward and nibbled his ear before whispering, "stay here." She got off
of him and went back over to her backpack to retrieve another condom. She
paused a few times to look back at him and wiggle that incredible ass of
hers playfully. "Now, where were we?" she asked as she turned towards him
and pulled her top up over her head.

Abshir gulped in awe as he saw her naked breasts in all their glory for the
first time. She must have surreptitiously removed her pasties at some point
because nipples as thick as corks, though not quite as long bounced hypnotically
in the air. Her pale breasts were utterly flawless, and Abshir's mind ground
to a halt as she walked over. She leaned over and thrust her chest in his
face, pulling his head in between her basketball sized mounds and sliding
them up and down his cheeks. Deft hands dropped down to roll the second condom
on and she positioned her hips above him before lowering herself onto
his shaft. She settled herself into place before yanking his shirt over his
head.

Abshir's face was completely buried by Scarlett's deep cleavage as her boobs
rested on his shoulders. Her warm flesh rubbed back and forth over him as
she flexed her legs to slide herself up and down his iron hard shaft. From
the sound of things, she was thoroughly enjoyable, though Abshir couldn't
see anything besides her creamy flesh. After a few minutes of aggressive
humping, she leaned down and shoved him to the bed. She hooked one arm
under his back and lifted him up to drag him fully onto the bed. *Holy,
shit, she's really strong,* he thought, but his thoughts receded back
into a lusty haze when she began to bounce on top of him. Even though she
was on all fours, her huge boobs hung down far enough that Abshir could
still feel their hefty weight on his face. Without pausing her pounding,
she reached up to guide her engorged right nipple into his lips, "Suck,"
she commanded.

Abshir obeyed, sucking on her massive boob with a desperate fervency. His
efforts were rewarded by louder moans from the voluptuous girl riding him,
and then a few moments later, by her pussy spasming around his cock as she
came for a second time. Her whole body tensed up with pleasure and she
collapsed down into a tight hug on top of him. After a few seconds, Abshir
realized that her huge boob had completely cut off his air supply and that
he couldn't breath. He tried to push her off him, but she was way too strong
for him. *She didn't even notice,* he realized. This girl who was four inches
shorter than him and had arms only have as big around as his own hadn't even
noticed his sincere efforts to shove her off of him. Somehow, that realization
pushed him over the edge yet again. His hips bucked up into hers as his dick
spasmed and a much reduced load dribbled out of his cock.

Just as he felt himself start to fade out, Scarlett's grip eased up and he
managed to take a gasping breath. "Oh, god, Abshir are you ok?" She asked
with concern.

He gasped for a few more seconds, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, "you sure?"

"I just had a little trouble breathing for a bit," he said.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize. You seemed to be enjoying it, but I
should have realized."

"It's ok, I guess I did kinda enjoy it." He smiled up at her.

"You like that kinda thing?"

"W-what kinda thing?" he asked.

"I dunno, being smothered by a boob bigger than your little head," she giggled.

"It was pretty hot. Scary, but hot." He admitted.

"You like strong girls Abshir?" she purred.

"Ummmmm-"

"because I'm a lot stronger than I look."

Abshir gulped, "yeah, you are."

She giggled, "yeah, I am." She grabbed his wrists and forced them to the
mattress. Abshir tried to raise his hands, but found them unable to budge
in Scarlett's iron grip. His dick twitched, "I think you do like strong
girls," she smirked.

"Oh, god," he moaned, his cock straining. This was not going the way he had
planned. Before now, he hadn't realized he could enjoy being physically
dominated by a girl, but now that it was actually happening it was crazy
how much it was turning him on.

"Just let me know if you want me to stop," she purred and then leaned down
to give him a fierce kiss, her thick red hair pooling forming a curtain around
their faces. Abshir kissed her back, a thrill of fear traveling down his spine.
He was totally at her mercy. Despite having cum twice already, the unexpected
knowledge that the shy freshman he had met in the first weeks of class had
turned into the dominant and confident vixen on top of him made him unbelievably
hard. "Now, suck," she said dragging her left breast over his face. Abshir
obeyed, latching on to her huge sexy tit instinctually. Above him, Scarlett
once more began to ride him. Her powerful hips pumped up and down, slamming
down on him with the full weight of her fifty pound ass. Scarlett's booty
was even heavier than it looked thanks to her denser than average muscle.
Each of her ass cheeks was about 11 inches in diameter, which was only an inch
more than her boobs, but because volume grows with the cube of radius it meant
that her booty had almost double the volume of her bust. Add to that the fact
that her butt was mostly hard muscle while her boobs were mostly buoyant fat
and it meant that her ass was more than twice as heavy as her boobs even
though it didn't look all that much bigger. All of that power and weight came
crashing down on Abshir now, and he realized that she must have been holding
back before. His bed creaked and groaned ominously and he was sure he was going
to be awfully sore after this, but the harder she pounded the closer to orgasm
he got. She seemed to be cumming continuously herself now, though she was
continuing to pound away through her delirium of pleasure. Finally, for the
third time, Abshir bucked up into her. This time, nothing escaped his spent
balls.

Scarlett slowed down and sat up on him, looking down with a self satisfied
smirk on her face. "You definitely like strong girls," she smiled.

"God, wow, that was amazing. I had no idea you're some kinda dominatrix."

Scarlett giggled, "I don't know about that. I just noticed you seemed to be
enjoying it and went with it."

"So you've never done that before?"

Scarlett pulled her hair back and shook her head, "Mmmmmm, no. Actually, I've
never had sex before."

"What? No way, you're way too good at it for that to be true,"

Scarlett giggled, "I promise it's true. You popped my cherry. I have thought
about it a lot though,"

"How come there wasn't any blood then?"

Scarlett eased herself off of him and gave him a severe look. Sticking her nose
in the air at an exaggerated angle she said in a posh voice, "If you must know,
I've masturbated once or twice." Loosing the posh tone she flopped down beside
him and snuggled up before whispering in his ear, "and by once or twice I mean
constantly." She giggled and nibbled his ear, "I'm completely insatiable."

Abshir gulped, "I don't know how much of this I can take Scarlett."

She kissed his ear, "that's fine, just think up a safe word before next time."

Abshir grinned. There was going to be a next time.

"Do you actually want to do those lab reports now?" Scarlett asked after they
lazed in the afterglow for a half an hour or so.

"Actually, I've got some other work I was hoping to do. I just said I wanted to
do the lab report because you're way to hot to say no to."

Scarlett chuckled, "I'll have to keep that in mind."

"I shouldn't have said anything." Abshir realized, covering his face with his
hand.

Scarlett giggled, "No, you should feel free to share anything with me Abshir!
Like how hard it is to say no to this booty," she grabbed his hand and plunked
it onto her ass, "or how you loved it when I held you down and fucked your
brains out. You can definitely trust me. I won't use that against you in any
way in the future." She giggled again.

"Oh god,"

She levered herself up and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm not gonna stick around
and make you do the lab reports if you have other stuff to do. It was kinda an
excuse to jump your bones for me too. I actually have some CS homework that is
due sooner that I should get to. See you soon!"

It was only when she made it back to Gladwell that Scarlett began to feel
guilty. She wasn't officially going steady with Percy, but she doubted he
would be thrilled to learn that she had just slept with Abshir. The problem was
that they were both so cute! How could a girl choose?

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Percy's pulse fluttered in anticipation. He and Scarlett had been exchanging
flirtatious texts in the couple of days since their date. He had proposed going
into the city again, but she had asked to come hang out in his room instead.
His phone had just buzzed to inform him that she was here. He took a few
steadying breaths to remind himself to be cool. Visions of his voluptuous
teammate had featured in his dreams since he first saw her stretching out a
t-shirt, but after seeing her in that dress she had been wearing on their
date his fantasies about her had been kicked up a notch. Every night since
then he had woken up with the image of her thick curtain of red hair and
her incredible curves in his mind.

He walked down the hall and down the stairs to let Scarlett in. When he opened
the door, she was waiting for him in much the same outfit she had been wearing
the last time they saw each other. She wore the same 4" blocky heels, and her
dress looked very similar to the tight black number she had worn then, though
this one was a dark red and had a narrow but deep V neck that showed off like
a foot of cleavage. Percy could already feel himself stiffening. "Wow, Scarlett,
you look great!"

She smiled without any of the shyness she would have had at the beginning of
the year, "Thanks, you look pretty good yourself!" She came close enough that
the scent of her hair surrounded Percy and slid her hands up his chest to
fiddle with his collar before stepping back.

Percy lead her back up to his room. He had rapidly cleaned it up before she
came over, and now he noticed a few things still left out of place. Apparently,
Scarlett didn't notice or didn't care because she said, "Wow, this looks great!"
She walked over to the wall, "What's this poster? It looks cool?"

"Oh, it's the cover art for an old album. You wanna hear it?"

"Sure!"

Percy walked over to his computer and clicked around a bit. The sound of
energetic disco poured out of the speakers on his desk, and Scarlett's
head began bopping to the beat slightly, "You like it?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, this sounds great! It makes me want to dance!" Her hips began
swaying, swishing her short skirt back and forth around her thighs.
She raised her hands and began twisting back and forth on her toes,
throwing her whole body into motion with the music. There was something
effortlessly erotic about her movements. Percy would have found the
dance sexy even if it was performed by a much plainer girl, but when
Scarlett did it he was utterly enthralled by her undulating curves.

Scarlett was about to demand that Percy dance with her, but then she
glanced over and saw the look on his face. *He's totally hypnotized!*
She thought to herself with glee. She hadn't even been trying to be
sexy, just let the music flow through her naturally. *I wonder what
happens if I really give him a show.* Her movements slowed, becoming
even more sensual. She turned around and began moving her ass in lazy
circles. She turned away from him to give him a better view, then
turned further until she stood in profile to him. She glanced over
and saw that he was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but
stare at her body. Her nipples stiffened, making large dents in her
dress since she had decided to forgo the pasties she normally wore.
She just loved what her body could do to men.

When the song ended, she walked over to him, "why didn't you dance?"

Percy shook his head. His blood was pounding in his throat and his
vision was swimming, as if his whole visual cortex was focused on
generating the memories of Scarlett moving with the music that were
filling his head, "ummmmmmmmm-"

"You get distracted or something?" Scarlett giggled.

"Y-yeah, distracted," he gulped. His mind still wasn't really putting
together complete sentences.

"Why? What was so distracting?" she asked innocently. She walked over
to him and gently pushed him down into the chair at his desk. Turning
around, she pointed her ass right at his face. "Did it have something
to do with this?" she wiggled it back and forth and giggled. Percy
couldn't believe this was happening. Scarlett had not seemed like this
kind of girl when he had first met her at all. She turned around, "or
maybe these?" she cupped her huge boobs and pressed them together,
making them bubble up and out of her dress. Percy stared in awe at
the expanse of pale breast flesh the unreasonably sexy red head was
presenting to him. Her hands were completely swallowed up by her own
breasts where they pressed up into the soft underside of her bust.
Her skin was utterly flawless. His whole being was focused on the
dark crevasse between her mounds. When she bent over to print her
breasts right in front of his face, it became too much for him and
he came in his pants, hips bucking helplessly.

"Oh my god," Scarlett giggled, "did you just? I didn't even touch you."
She bit her lip, "I didn't even take my clothes off." She had never
been more turned on in her life.

"S-s-sorry," Percy stammered, "i-it-"

"It's ok, I don't mind. Just don't go soft, mmmmmmkay? Not that I plan
on giving you much of a choice," she smirked and reached down to slide
her hands under the hem of her short skirt. She gave him a cheeky grin,
and began pulling it slowly upwards. Percy's eye was glued to her juicy
thighs as she eased it further and further up to reveal the pale flesh
beneath. She lifted it up further to reveal a pair of lacy red
panties several shades lighter than her dress. The dress began to rise
up over her head, bringing her bust with it. The moment stretched out
as the fabric slid slowly up the underside of Scarlett's tits, until,
like a damn breaking, the weight of her bust overwhelmed the grasping
fabric and her boobs bounced free. Percy could only stare in helpless
lust as the most perfect breasts he had ever seen bounced and jiggled
in front of his face. He hardly registered that something had fluttered
out of her cleavage when her boobs dripped.

"Oops, don't want to forget this!" she said, bending over to pick up the
condom that had dropped to the floor. "Percy, take off your pants." Her
green eyes regarded him with an animal hungry as she stalked towards him.
There was something almost a little scary about it, but Percy wasn't in
a place to do anything but obey the owner of those perfect boobs. When
she stopped in front of him, she flipped the waistband of her panties
down over the hill of her hips and let them fall to the floor around
her boots.

Scarlett leaned down and rolled the condom onto Percy's straining dick,
using the opportunity to rub her naked tits all over his face. Once done,
she positioned her hips over his dick and eased herself down. Percy was
surprised by just how heavy she was. Scarlett was pretty slender in most
places, but 90 pounds of T&A on her otherwise svelte frame turned her
into a heavyweight. The weight of her heavy ass made him feel even more
dominated by his unexpectedly sexually aggressive teammate, which only
made him harder.

"I've got you trapped!" she giggled, pressing her boobs together so that
the pliant flesh flowed around his head. She couldn't quite get them to
form a complete seal around his head, but her massive tits could easily
make contact with one another around one half of his head at a time.

"I would never try to escape anyway, this is heaven," he said, his voice
muffled by her flesh.

"Oh yeah?" she smirked and shook her hair back. "I tell you what. I'll let
you stay there as long as you don't cum. I won't even move or anything.
Just try to last longer than a minute, mmmmmmkay?"

Percy shivered, she knew exactly what her body was doing to him. Scarlett
grinned and began rippling her inner muscles along Percy's shaft. She had
powerful muscles within her vagina that other women didn't. She could
fuck herself with a dildo totally hands free, and even rotate it at
30 rpm for a few minutes. Now, she put them to use in milking Percy's
dick.

"Hey! That's not- mmmmmmmfffffff!" Scarlett pressed her boobs together,
cutting him off.

"Sorry? Did you say something?" she giggled, "I didn't quite catch that!"

"You said you- mmmmmmmffffff!"

She giggled again, increasing her pace, "You're gonna have to speak louder
than that!"

When she released her enveloping boobs and leaned back this time, Percy
was too far gone to protest. He just stared into the cleavage that
had swallowed him up while breathing raggedly. Scarlett's inner muscles
began to move even faster, rippling up from the base of his shaft in
powerful motions. After just a few more seconds, Percy came for the
second time, clutching at the busty babe straddling him. He hadn't even
lasted a minute. Scarlett smirked. She loved what she could do to boys.

They remained that way for a few minutes, Scarlett straddling Percy, and
Percy slowly restarting his thought process as his head continued to loll
between Scarlett's huge boobs. Scarlett could feel his dick slowly getting
softer for a minute or so after Percy's orgasm, but when she shifted her
hips a little he stiffened right back up. *It's like boys can't go soft
once I'm naked,* she thought to herself with delight.

Percy began kissing her breasts, evidently having recovered a bit. When
he got to her nipple he was rewarded by a soft moan of delight from the
girl astride him. She grabbed the back of his head an pulled him closer,
forcing her hard nipple between his lips. Percy began to instinctively
suck away as he pushed her nipple around in his mouth with his tongue.
Scarlett's moans intensified and she planted her heels more firmly on the
ground and began flexing her powerful legs to lift herself up along his
dick and drop back down. Each time her firm ass crashed down on his legs,
she gasped or moaned, clutching desperately on the back of Percy's head
and her own nipple. Breathing was becoming difficult for Percy as her
boob slid back and forth over his face. He got a brief respite when she
pulled her nipple out of his mouth, but she soon thrust the other nipple
in to replace it. After several minutes of bouncing on his dick, Scarlett
came, moaning loudly and clutching him to herself. When Percy started to
strain against her to escape her smothering boob, she noticed and let
him pull back, having remembered what happened the last time. Percy was
cumming himself, bucking up into her spasming pussy even though his
balls had run dry.

When they came down from their respective orgasms, Scarlett leaned down
to give him a kiss. "Mmmmm, that was nice," she smiled when she pulled
back.

"Yeah. That was. I mean. Wow."

Scarlett sniggered and kissed him again, "That's all you can come up with."

"Give me a second to reboot. How are you this good at sex? You made me cum
like 3 times!"

"What? Is that not normal or something?" She gave him an innocent look. "Also,
who says it's only gonna be three? I haven't let you off the hook yet."

"Oh god, Scarlett, please! You're going to dry me out like a prune!"

She giggled and pulled her hair back behind her head, "Ok, fine. Maybe you
can show me that video you were talking about then?" she said in reference to
her ostensible reason for showing up outside his dorm.

"Ummm, yeah, let me just get my phone," he tried to lever himself up, but
Scarlett had angled her legs under his chair and he couldn't budge.

"Let me get it for you," she bent backwards displaying an incredible
flexibility and thrusting her tits in the air where they jiggled and swayed.
Percy took the opportunity to slid his hands along her thigh up to settle
around the narrowest part of her waist. A single one of her massive boobs
was wider than the tight tummy he held. With his hands on either side of
her waist, his middle fingers naturally touched in the back, though there
was still a big gap between his thumbs in the front. *How does she not
snap in half?* he wondered.

Scarlett finished rummaging around in his pants and sat back up to hand
him his phone, "Hey Scarlett?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever have back problems?"

"What, because of my boobs?"

"Yeah, aren't they heavy? And I mean, you waist is so tiny. It must be hard
to support them."

"Yeah, I feel like a girl who looks like me is supposed to have issues like
that, but I never have. I mean, the girls are pretty heavy. Here," she
grabbed his hands and put them on the underside of her boobs, "feel."

Percy hefted them, enjoying the way her silky flesh pressed through his
fingers. His gaze went a little unfocused as her perfect boobs jiggled
in front of him. Within her pussy, his softening dick rallied and began
to stiffen once more. Scarlett smirked. Her boobs really did make men
helpless. "Percy?"

Percy cleared his throat, "S-sorry, they're just so..." he trailed off.

"It's fine, I can't blame you for succumbing to my titnosis."

"Titnosis?"

"Yeah, you know how you stare at my boobs and fall deeper and deeper into
a trance?" She giggled. "Youuuuuuuu aaarrrrrrreeee geeettttinggg
sleeeeeeeepy," she said in a caricature of a hypnotist as cupped her arms
around her chest and jiggled her breasts back and forth.

"Yeah, sleepy," Percy repeated.

Scarlett glanced down in surprise. Percy's face looked totally blissed out.
*Holy shit, is this actually working?* She bit her lip. This definitely called
for some experimentation. She continued to jiggle her tits with the same
steady rhythm, "That's it, just keep watching my boobs go back and forth."
Scarlett had been masturbating to fantasies about hypnotizing boys since
she first hit puberty. There was a reason she had told Hanna she was a
pervert. "Every time they sway back and forth, you get more and more relaxed.
Just listen to the sound of my voice and let yourself get more and more
relaxed. I want you to imagine yourself falling down, down, down into my
cleavage until you land softly on my big sexy boobs. Where are you now Percy?"

"Between your boobs," he said in a quiet voice.

"Good boy," she purred. Sliding her hands up the sides of her breasts she
pressed them together, "Now, I'm pressing my boobs together, swallowing
you up. It feels so relaxing to be completely surrounded by my breasts.
Every second that goes by you fall deeper and deeper into your trance,
become more and more relaxed." Percy could really feel her huge hot
breasts folding around his whole body. "As you become more and more
relaxed, you're getting hornier and hornier. In fact, they're linked
aren't they? The hornier you get, the more relaxed and docile you get.
The more relaxed you get the hornier you get. Now, I want you to gather
up all of your free will. Take your time. Think back to all the times
you stood up for yourself, all the times you choose a goal in life
and boldly pursued it. Have you got it all? Say 'Yes Scarlett' if you
have."

"Yes Scarlett,"

She bit her lip. She couldn't believe this was actually working! "Wouldn't
it be so hot if I had all of that free will instead? Wouldn't it be so
hot if your only goal was to obey these big, sexy tits? Don't you want
to just give me all of that gathered up will?" she jiggled her breasts
at him.

"Yes Scarlett," Percy said in that same quiet voice.

Scarlett began playing with her nipples and let out a soft moan. This
was so hot! From what she had read, a hypnotized person would not do
something unless they wanted to do it. Hypnosis could not really be
used for mind control. That meant that Percy must really want to give
up his free will to her. Of course, she was genetically modified to
seduce and manipulate, but she had taken her suppressants that morning,
so she was pretty sure that Percy was really consenting. *Still, to
be safe, I should probably check with Dr. Blinken to make sure my dose
is still right.* She thought. She meant to snap Percy out of the trance
and do just that. She really did, but somehow she ended up saying, "Ok
Percy, take all of that free will and pack it down into your balls. When
I tell you to, you're going to cum, and when you do, all of that will power
is going to shoot out of your cock and become mine. Do you want that?" She
began milking his dick with her inner muscles once again.

"Yes Scarlett,"

Scarlett's breath was coming in ragged gasps as her chest heaved in arousal.
He was really going to do it. He really wanted to become her slave. She was
so lucky to have found a guy with such a compatible fetish, "Ok Percy, cum
for me!" She herself crashed into an orgasm, as he began bucking up into
her once more.

After she stopped gasping with pleasure, Scarlett turned to regard her
conquest with a feral grin. "You're my slave now, aren't you Percy? You've
been completely enslaved by my big, sexy tits, haven't you?"

"Yes Scarlett,"

"I think Mistress Scarlett is more appropriate now, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," he said in that same submissive tone.

"Good boy," she purred, sliding her hands possessively up his chest. "Now,
being my pet is going to have some rules. First, if you ever hear me call
you a 'good boy' you're going to return to this submissive, obedient state.
You'll remember that I'm Mistress Scarlett, your owner." At the word owner,
she bit her lip. *God, this is so hot, he's totally mine,* she thought to
herself before continuing, "From now on, you won't be able to cum except with
my permission. Any time you would otherwise cum, you'll remain fully erect
but unable to reach orgasm. You'll be overwhelmed by the urge to beg me
for permission. If I'm not around, your mind will suddenly be filled
with the image of my big, perfect, boobs and you'll have to call me if you
want permission to cum. I'm the only thing that will arouse you anymore.
When you fantasize, you will fantasize about me and me alone. Other girls
just don't do it for you anymore. If you look at porn, you'll fine it no more
arousing than a dry old book. You're no longer heterosexual, you're
Scarlett-sexual. Finally, you'll always obey me when I give you a command,
and the sight of me will make you feel more submissive. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett."

"Good boy," she purred once more, "Ok, I'm going to snap my fingers and you'll
come out of your trance. When you do, you'll forget all about this and you
will just call me Scarlett, not Mistress Scarlett. You'll still follow all
the rules that I laid out and you won't find it strange that you do, but
you won't know why unless I call you a good boy. Ok?"

"Ok, Mistress Scarlett,"

"Good," she smiled down at him, then raised her finger and snapped it right
next to his ear.

Percy blinked, "Oh, sorry, I must have spaced out for a second there. You
wanted to see the video?"

Scarlett smiled, "Yeah! That sounds great. Show it to me." She got up, slowly
sliding off of his dick. "Get on the bed." She snapped her fingers and pointed.
Percy immediately obeyed and didn't seem to find the assertive tone she had
taken at all odd. Scarlett grinned when his back was to her. This was awesome!
Percy showed her the video and then they watched a few more. After a little
bit Scarlett decided that she should head out and do some homework, "I gotta
go, but this was really nice Percy. Let's do it again soon."

"Yeah, you were incredible! I mean, wow!"

Scarlett smirked, "Then to say thank you, kiss my boots." She once again snapped
her fingers and pointed down. Without hesitation, Percy dropped to his knees and
placed a loving kiss on the top of each of her boots. Scarlett smirked, then
turned to collect her clothes and get dressed again. Before she left she grabbed
Percy's butt and gave it a hard squeeze, "see you soon, lover," she gave him
a hard kiss before turning and walking out the door.

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"Oh my god, Scarlett, look at these!" Hanna called out to her friend from
halfway across the thrift shop basement.

"They're so-"

"Huge! I know!" Hanna cut her off, waving the black spike platform boots
in the air.

Scarlett eyed them hungrily, "What size are they?"

"Ummm, 7 and half I think?"

"That's my size!" Scarlett grinned.

"Scarlett, babe, I know you're trying to ditch the little house on the prairie
vibe and all, but don't you think these are a bit much? I mean this is like
an 8 inch heel! You gotta slow down and smell the roses on the road from Amish
to full on dominatrix."

"Who says?" Scarlett grinned and snatched the shoes from her roommate.

"You're really changed you know?," Hanna said as the ultra curvy red head
sat down and began slipping out of her sneakers.

"I guess. You were the one telling me to ditch the rules."

"That's true. I kinda want to see this actually."

The boots had some tight straps that marched all the way up Scarlett's calves
to form alternating stripes of black leather and pale flesh, so it took her
a minute to put them on, but then she rose gracefully to her feet then stalked
over to the mirror. She turned back and forth to examine how they made her
look and immediately knew she would be buying them. In the towering heels, she
stood 6'6" tall, and the idea of looking down on Percy and Abshir in them made
her nipples stiffen, further denting her tight red top. They matched the
black short shorts and fishnets she was wearing pretty well. "What do you
think?" She asked her friend with a grin.

"Scar, your boobs are like right in my face. You already make me feel short!
Now you're wearing monster heels! Those things shouldn't even be called heels,
they should be called stilts!"

Scarlett giggled, "Yeah, but how do I look?"

"Kinda hot," Hanna admitted. To be honest, with the way Scarlett had been
dressing lately, she had started to get pretty attracted to her roommate,
and not in an oh-that-other-girl-is-pretty-but-I-don't-like-girls kind of
way. She kept telling herself that she was straight and that she had Aaron,
but it was taking more and more effort to convince herself lately.

"Yeah? I think so to." Scarlett grinned. She bent down and began undoing the
straps on the boots. When she was finished, she brought them over to the pile
of clothes she had accumulated in their time in the store. Her wardrobe
reinvention was getting expensive, even considering the fact that she and
Hanna had found most of it by combing through thrift shops together, so she
was glad that she had worked up a bit of cash waiting tables in high school and
turned it into more on the stock market. Abshir had offered to buy her some
things, but she felt a little weird about accepting financial help like that
from a guy who she had hypnotized into submissiveness for sex play reasons.
She felt incredible lucky to have found two natural subs and didn't want to
take advantage of their fetishes.

After a few more minutes of picking things over, Hanna declared that the
store was mined out, and they gathered their picks to bring them to the
register. When she got back to campus, Scarlett would have to spend some
time at the craft center with the sewing machine. If she tried to find
clothes off the rack that fit her extreme body the way she wanted them to,
she never would have found any tops. Not for the first or last time, Scarlett
was grateful of the fact that the rouge geneticist who created her had
found out how to make it so she only needed two hours of sleep a night.

After they got out of the store, Scarlett paused, "Hold on Hanna."

"What? Really?" Hanna said when she saw Scarlett bending over to take off
her shoes.

"What? You said they look hot."

"Yeah, maybe too hot. Look, you're already causing a traffic jam." Hanna
said, gesturing at the road where cars were bunched up.

"How is that my fault? They were like that when we got here!" Scarlett
protested.

Hanna looked at her skeptically and Scarlett rolled her eyes. A few
moments later, she was straightening back up, and up, and up. She
stood facing away from Hanna, so her roommate was treated to a view
of the way her boobs were clearly visible from behind, even with her
arms at her sides. "How do you even walk in those things?"

"It just feels natural. You want to head back?"

Eyes followed Scarlett even more than usual as she strode back towards
the subway with long confident steps. Hanna had to ask her to slow
down a few times to avoid jogging alongside her. "Those don't even
slow you down. It's like you were made for them."

Scarlett grinned, and pointed one leg up directly in front of her,
"Yeah, it kinda is, isn't it?" She chuckled before lowering her leg
and walking on.

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"Can you step out of your shoes and step up onto the scale for me?" The nurse
asked.

"Sure!" Scarlett chirped, bending down to unzip her ankle high spike heels.
These ones weren't even that high compared with the other shoes in her new
wardrobe, only four inches, but it was still enough to put the short nurse's
face even with the dents in Scarlett's tight green crop-top left by her nipples.

*God, how does she even stand up straight?* Lila asked herself as she watched
her patient's massive udders wobble back and forth when she bent over and
mentally comparing their mass with the impossibly tight waist the girl had. It
was clear the girl wasn't wearing a bra, but that didn't stop them from riding
high and perky when she rose back up and stood facing Lila with perfect posture.
The last time Scarlett had come in she had been wearing the same sort of
tent-like dress she always wore, but the outfit she wore now was completely
the opposite of her former attire. The hem of her top was only a few inches
below the bottom of her bust, which was actually almost low enough to cover
her navel because of the way her boobs dominated her torso. She wore a dark
red pleated skirt that came a third of the way down her thick thighs, showing
off her long fishnet clad legs in all their glory. Lila had a husband at home,
but the sight of her unreasonably sexy patient was starting to make her horny.

Scarlett stepped onto the scale, and Lila went over to look at the reading.
"239 pounds," she read aloud.

"Really? Damn, I've gotten fat." Scarlett winced, but she wasn't really
concerned. She knew the extra weight, as usual, had gone to all the right
places, plus her muscles were extra dense, so she was heavier than she
looked.

Lila made a non-committal noise and slid the height measurement tool down the
ruler mounted to the wall. "5 foot 10 inches. No Change there." She said.
"Now, let's take your measurements," she turned to the cabinet and rummaged
around for for an extra long tape measure. The last time she had measured
Scarlett, she had had to go get a second tape measure to measure the girl's
hips because the one she was using had only been 60 inches long. This time,
she was prepared.

When she turned around, she saw that Scarlett had stepped back into her heels,
putting her huge rack right in Lila's face. *God, they're bigger than my head.
It's not even close, really,* she thought as she approached. Why was that making
her wet? Scarlett smirked as she watched the nurse approach, knowing the woman
was totally enthralled by her boobs. She had gotten pretty good at noticing
when people were getting sucked in by her bust's hypnotic spell, something that
was happening more and more lately. For the last month or so her body had
started to influence straight women and gay guys. Scarlett had always considered
herself heteroflexible, and she had started wondering more and more about
experimenting with seducing a girl, but hadn't acted on it yet. This nurse was
kinda cute now that she thought about it.

"Want me to raise my arms?" Scarlett asked.

"Uuhhh, yeah, sorry, I um, spaced out for a little bit," Lila shot her a
nervous smile.

*I should ask her why she spaced out.* Scarlett thought, but instead she just
raised her arms and said, "Oh, no worries, happens all the time."

Lila stepped forward and tried to bring the tape around Scarlett's back, but
she couldn't quite reach all the way around. Her face was an inch away from
the 18 year old girl's chest and she could feel the heat radiating off of
those massive perfect orbs.

"Here, let me help you with that," Scarlett reached back behind herself and
wrapped her hands around Lila's before jerking Lila's hands together so that
they could hand off the tape. The motion pulled Lila forward so that her
face was completely enveloped in Scarlett's soft boobs. Scarlett held her
there for a few seconds, "You got it?"

In response, Lila said something rendered unintelligible by Scarlett's
enveloping chest.

"What?" Scarlett had to fight back a giggle.

"Yes!" Scarlett could make out when Lila repeated herself at a yell. Again,
the sound was swallowed up by Scarlett's soft jugs.

"Oh, good!" Scarlett released the nurse, who was thoroughly aroused by this
point.

"Umm, ok, let's see, next I..." Lila trailed off, trying to pretend that her
head had not just been swallowed by this girls' monster boobs, "your bust is
65 inches." Lila was torn between wishing that Dr. Blinken treated Scarlett
like a more normal patient and just had her take height and weight, and being
glad that he did. This experience was so embarrassing, but also so hot.

Scarlett whistled, "The girls have grown!" She cupped her boobs and gave
them a few bounces.

"Um, yeah, by, um, 7 inches. Wow." Lila wished she could require her
professional demeanor, but somehow it was evading her.

Scarlett was already lifting her breasts up for the underbust measurement,
"Underbust, no change, 30 inches," Lila said. Scarlett grinned, she was
keeping the slim in slim and stacked.

"Let's see waist, 25 inches, that's increased by an inch." Lila reported.
Scarlett pressed her lips together, but then decided she didn't really mind.
She hadn't been expecting it, but she knew her belly still didn't have an
ounce of fat on it, and her waist to hip ratio was almost too low.

"And finally, hips, 62 inches, no change." Scarlett was a little surprised
by that one. She had been expecting some increase if her bust had grown so
much. In fact, she realized this meant that her chest was bigger than her
hips for the first time. She had been a lot more sedentary in college,
only playing club soccer a few times a week whereas in high school she had
had an aggressive martial arts schedule.

"Ok, can I have the pheromone sample? I'll take it right up to the lab."

"Sure," Scarlett fished a funny looking necklace out from between her breasts.
Her body produced a lot more pheromones than an ordinary woman's did, and
from what she could tell Dr. Blinken and his team didn't really understand them
all that well. Dr. Lee really had been generations ahead of his time in terms
of genetic engineering. She did know that the pheromones took a lot of energy
and a surprising amount of space to generate, so Dr. Lee had replaced the milk
glands in her breasts with glands dedicated to producing her special pheromones.
The drugs that Dr. Blinken prescribed her were meant to suppress the activity
of these glands, but the drugs were not always successful. In fact, given the
way Scarlett was able to so easily turn boys into her little pets, if she had
to guess the drugs were not working very well at all. She hadn't mentioned that
suspicion to Dr. Blinken earlier since she suspected he would up her dose, and
that might cut back on her fun.

All of this reasoning had gone on just below the level of consciousness, since
if she had allowed it to fully surface she would have had to confront the fact
that she might not have just lucked into finding half a dozen natural subs. Now
though, the realization came to her all of a sudden as she handed over the
sample. *None of them wanted to be my slaves. I broke them with my body and
my pheromones.* The old Scarlett, the one who followed the rules and wore tent
dresses, would have felt guilty. The new Scarlett, the one who wore heels
and tight clothing and made boys kiss her feet in order to greet her, didn't
feel guilty at all. Her nipples stiffened, making even bigger dents in her
top.

"Ok, just wait here for Dr. Blinken." Lila walked out of the room, trying to
ignore the wetness in her panties.

"Will do!"

Scarlett sat on the exam table for a few minutes until the door opened. A
handsome man with hair just starting to go gray at the temples walked in an
set down a tablet on the counter. He turned to look at her and his eyes seemed
to bug out for a moment. Internally, Scarlett luxuriated in his reaction. She'd
been expecting it of course, but she still loved it. She smiled in greeting at
him and said, "Hey Dr. Blinken! Long time no see."

He managed to pull his gaze up to meet her striking green eyes. "Hello
Scarlett," he managed after clearing his throat. Lila had warned him
that she was dressed differently, but it hadn't fully prepared him for
this. *My god, those breasts,* he thought to himself, struggling to remain
clinical. He knew from the measurements taken when Scarlett had gotten her
mammogram that they were almost 25 pounds each, which qualified her for a
gigantomastia diagnosis several times over. That was as good a place as
any to start.

"I see that your breasts have grown quite a bit. Have you started to experience
any negative side effects of gigantomastia?"

Scarlett shook her head, "Well, I mean they get in the way a bit, look," she
raised her arms from her sides, but rather than bringing her arms out and
around her bust as she usually did, she kept them moving straight up. Her torso
at her under bust was only about a foot across, but her boobs were so massive
that they projected out to each side by an extra five inches, making them easily
visible from all angles. Her buoyant boobs fought back, but she powered
through and mashed them together with her biceps as she hefted her bust up in
the air. After a moment she released it and the mass of feminine flesh fell back
down in a sexy quake. "But in terms of back pain or something like that, I feel
great. No complaints."

Dr. Blinken cleared his throat, "Right, well, that's good then. Unfortunately,
since your chest grew so much this year, I don't want to recommend a double
mastectomy right now, especially if you don't mind it."

"Oh, I don't ever want to get the girls chopped off." Scarlett said.

Dr. Blinken looked at her in surprise, "That's a change. You've said you wanted
one once you stopped growing every time you've seen me for the last four years."

"Yeah, I know, but to be honest, I don't think I really did. I was just saying
that since I knew it was what mom and you and everyone expected, but I don't
want one. I like my body even if it looks different."

"Ok, well, if you do change your mind, it is always an option. How have you
been feeling generally? Any complaints?"

"I'm horny all the time, which is a little annoying sometimes, but I've been
developing some coping strategies. Other than that, I feel great!"

"And the last time we spoke, you were not sexually active. Is that still the
case?"

Scarlett grinned, "That's my coping strategy!"

Despite the nature of the conversation, it was actually helping Dr. Blinken
settle back into his professional shell. He'd had this conversation with
many patients. "So would you say you are very sexually active?"

"Ummm, yeah, I think I would say so. Don't worry, I'm using condoms mostly."

"When don't you use them?"

"Only with guys who I know well and are not sleeping with anyone else."

"Ok," Dr. Blinken made a note, "thank you Scarlett. Let's move on to discussing
your pheromones. I ran your pheromone sample right before I came down here and
you have extremely elevated levels, even despite the suppressants you've been
taking. Your mammogram also shows that the density of pheromone producing
glands in your breasts has increased dramatically. You're developing in a
different direction from the one predicted by Dr. Lee's notes. Your breasts
are already quite a bit larger than predicted, and now they are producing
more pheromones per unit volume than predicted, even with the suppressants.
I'd like to try switching you to a different suppressant, since I think your
pheromone glands may be reacting to this one."

"So, you're saying my meds are actually what is causing the increase in gland
density?" Scarlett asked.

"I believe so, though given how unique you are, it's hard to tell."

Scarlett pursed her lips and looked off into space over Dr. Blinken's head.
She appeared to come to some kind of a decision after a few seconds, because she
brought her eyes back down and raised her hands up above her head to sweep her
thick cascade of glossy red curls back behind her shoulders. The motion thrust
her chest out, and she allowed her torso to sway slightly to exaggerate the
jiggle of her breasts. "You know, Dr. Blinken, I can actually think of one side
effect of my breasts growing so much." The dents in her top were growing more
prominent as she thought about what she was about to do to him.

"Um, oh?" Dr. Blinken suddenly found it a struggle to keep his eyes off the
breasts she was referring to.

"Yeah, I didn't mention it before because it isn't a bad side effect. I mean,
I actually kinda like it," she lowered her hands and slid them slowly over the
tight fabric of her crop top, "you see, I've noticed that lately boys and men,
well they look at me a lot more. Isn't that funny? It's like they just can't
keep their eyes off of my big sexy boobs." she giggled, "I walk into a room,
and they're all totally hypnotized. I call it titnosis. It's like they can't
help but watch as my boobs sway back and forth." she started twisting her body
a little bit, inducing sexy undulations in her chest, "They stare, kinda like
how you're staring right now, getting more and more relaxed every time my
big breasts move. It's like my chest has a magic spell it puts boys under.
Can you feel my spell Dr. Blinken? Can you feel yourself falling further and
further under the influence of these big melons?"

"Yes," he said distractedly.

"Good boy," she purred, "doesn't it feel soooooooo good to be Scarlett's good
little pet? The longer you stare at me, the more you feel like you need to
submit, don't you?"

"Yes,"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," she corrected.

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," her new drone echoed.

Scarlett grinned, this got easier every time. "It feels so good to be my slave,
doesn't it? That's what you are now, you know, my slave. It's what you'll always
be too. Once you give yourself to me, there is no going back. I own you forever.
You love the idea of that though, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett,"

"Good boy, now, it's time that we establish some rules..." she grinned. This was
the first time she had hypnotized a guy with her clothes entirely on, and it had
been as easy as ever. She probably was producing more and more pheromones every
day.

Scarlett laid out her standard rules, cementing subservience to her as Dr.
Blinken's new calling in life. She forwent the rule about asking permission to
cum, as she had found it got annoying to have too many boys compelled to call
her every time they had a wank. Only her favorites had to ask permission. She
had a few extra rules for Dr. Blinken though, "I know the government wants you
to keep an eye on me, so you're going to let me know if their interest in me
changes in any way, and you'll do your best to assure them that my condition
is completely under control. What Dr. Lee did was a long time ago, and it's
time everyone move on, don't you think? Do you have all that?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett,"

"Now, I'm going to snap my fingers and you'll come out of your trance."
She said, raising her hand in front of his face and snapping loudly.

"I'm sorry, what was I saying?"

"Oh, you were just about to kiss my boot. She raised one long leg in the
air," and smirked at him.

Without hesitation, Dr. Blinken bent down and kissed the leather, "Thank
you, Mistress Scarlett," he said automatically. Scarlett had decided to
make her pets thank her every time they kissed her feet a little while ago
on the reasoning that if they were in a situation where she would make them
do so, she wouldn't be to worried about someone overhearing them call her
Mistress.

"I'm thinking that I don't want you to change my prescription after all.
You see, I don't think it's a problem that my pheromones are becoming
more powerful. I know the government is worried about me behaving like
Dr. Lee did back in the day when he was mind controlling people to
fund his lab, but I'm not planning on doing anything like that. No, I'm
just a nice girl helping people realize their true purpose in life,"
she giggled, "serving me! What's wrong with that?"

Scarlett turned and fished a flash drive out of her purse, "Now, give me
all of the notes you have from Dr. Lee."

Dr. Blinken knew he was committing treason when he took the drive from his
new owner and inserted it in his computer, but he didn't care. Copying the
files only took a few minutes. When he was done and Scarlett had tucked
the drive away in her purse, she got up and walked over to the door. "Well,
I gotta run! See you next year!"

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"Hey guys, I know it's a bros only night and all, but I kinda invited a girl
over. She's outside right now." Josh told the small crowd of his fraternity
brothers assembled around the beer pong tables.

"Well, tell her to leave. You know the rules Josh. In fact, I'm calling a
vote on you." Mike, one of the seniors, said.

"Come on Mike, this girl is worth making an exception-"

"Vote! Vote! Vote!" Mike started chanting, gesturing towards the others to join
in. The room soon joined in and by the time Mike screamed, "ALL IN FAVOR!!!!!"
Josh was the only one without his hand in the air.

Josh shook his head. There was nothing he could do now. He let himself be pushed
up the stairs. The mob of rowdy boys bore him to the front door of their frat
house where they planned on shoving him out and making him run naked around the
yard before he would be allowed back in. Fortunately for Josh, he was saved from
that fate when the door opened to reveal the most beautiful woman that any of
them had ever seen. She wore a long trench coat that covered her from neck to
knees, but the belt cinched at her waist made her dynamite figure apparent
all the same. In her 8" platform spike boots, she was taller than all of them.
"Hey Josh! Are these your friends you wanted me to meet?" she asked in a throaty
voice.

"Yeah, ummm, they all wanted to come greet you, haha!"

"Oh, that's so sweet! You boys want to show me around?" Scarlett allowed the
gaggle of boys to compete to give her the tour.

"Why didn't you say it was Scarlett Green?" Mike hissed in his ear.

"I tried to!" Josh hissed back.

After they had shown Scarlett around their frat a bit she said, "Josh told me
you all were playing beer pong?"

A minute or so later Scarlett was holding a ping pong ball. "So how does this
work?" she asked, looking at it distrustfully.

The boys clamored to be the first one to explain it. They talked over one
another and even shoved each other out of the way a few times in a confusing
but extremely eager attempt to explain the game to the gorgeous red head.
After a while, Scarlett held up one elegant hand, "I think I get it. So
who wants to play me?"

"Actually, we normally do teams of two." Mike explain.

"Oh, that's ok, I think I know enough to go on my own," Scarlett gave him a
dazzling smile.

Mike felt like her response hadn't really addressed what he had been trying
to say, but she had such big striking green eyes and such long lashes. "Yeah,
ummm, ok,"

"Great! So who wants to verse me?"

Some lightning fast jockeying for the privilege happened in the form of sideways
glances between the boys, but in the end it was Josh and Mike who got to go up
against her.

Scarlett lined up her first shot and lofted the little ping pong ball into the
air. "Oh no!" she wailed as it sailed high.

Mike returned and sunk one on his first try. "Ok, so now you drink that one." He
told her.

"Ok!" Scarlett picked it up and poured the beer down her throat. She started to
line up another shot.

"Actually Scarlett, since Mike just made his shot, he gets to try again," Josh
said.

"Damn," she pouted.

"Well, we don't have to play that way if you don't want," Mike said. Josh rolled
his eyes. Mike had just been going on about how horrible it was when people
played pong improperly.

"No, no, if those are the rules, I guess I should give you the ball," Scarlett
tossed Mike the ball, or rather she tried to. The ball wound up flying off to
the side, "Oh, whoops, sorry," she giggled, "I'm so clumsy!"

"Oh, no don't worry about it," Mike said reassuringly. He missed his second
shot.

Scarlett took another turn and fumbled just as badly as she had the first time.
Josh missed, but he was pretty close to sinking another ball. The game continued
in that pattern, with Scarlett flubbing her shots and the two frat bros picking
off her cups with practiced efficiency. When she was down to just three cups,
she threw a ball up so high that it bounced off the ceiling and drilled down
into one of the ten remaining cups on the other side of the table. "Yay! I
got one!" She jumped up and down excitedly, which caused distracting
motion beneath the baggy confines of her trench coat. That was her only bit of
luck in the whole game though, and it was soon over.

"I think I got a lot better!" Scarlett said in a chirpy voice.

Mike exchanged a glance with Dave, "Umm, yeah, Scarlett, you did really well for
a first timer. It takes some practice, but I think you'll improve quickly."

"Thanks Mike!"

"You want to play another game?" Josh asked. Alex gave Josh a
how-drunk-are-you-trying-to-get-her look.

"Um, sure, but, like, don't you think we should make it more interesting
or something? Oh, I know! We could make it strip beer pong!" She giggled,
"Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Umm, yeah,"

"Sounds great!"

"Yeah,"

"Let's do it,"

Scarlett grinned, "Ok, then let's say the rules are that when your cup
gets hit, you can either drink it or take off an article of clothing.
On the last cup, the other team gets to decide if you lose immediately
or have to take something off. Oh, and if you lose when your opponent
has more than six cups, you have to be their slave for the night."

"Umm, what exactly do you mean by slave?" Alex asked her.

"Oh, just that the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.
Like, anything," she emphasized the word anything. "But I would feel
weird about being the slave to more than one of you, not that I'm
going to lose haha, so let's do 1 vs 1. I'll let you guys each have
a chance at me even if I lose. Well, assuming I'm not too drunk," she
giggled.

They were already starting to nod when Mike said, "huddle guys."

"You guys do that in real life? I knew this was the football frat, but
I didn't expect that," Scarlett giggled, but they didn't reply to her.
They had moved over to the other side of the room and bent together.

"We've decided to accept. We'll roll a dice to see who gets to go against
you first." Mike announced. They had pretty much concluded that whoever
went first would end up getting to have their way with this unreasonably sexy
and evidently slutty freshman, so randomness was the only fair way to choose.

"Ok, sounds great!" she chirped.

Mike pulled up a dice app on his phone, quickly counted all the boys off and
pressed a button. "Whooooooooooo! 4! That's me boys!" Duncan hollered when he
saw the result.

"Whoa, you really want to play me huh?" Scarlett asked, "I guess you're pretty
confident. Didn't you see the way I was improving?"

"You better be serious about this whole letting me do anything I want thing.
I've got a lot of ideas."

"Oh," Scarlett giggled, "I can't wait to find out about them,"

Josh turned away in disgust. He had been the one to bring her here, not Duncan.
Duncan was a total sleaze ball and now Scarlett was gonna let him do whatever
to her. She really was a slut.

Scarlett took the first shot, and again flubbed it. Duncan's reply missed as
well, but when he got a second change he sunk the ball. "Hmmmmm, let's see
do I drink or strip?" Scarlett wondered aloud. "What do you think boys? Strip?"
She began playing with the belt knotted at her waist. The crowd of horny boys
began to cheer loudly. "I guess I know what you guys want!" She grinned and
began to open up her coat.

She moved at a languid pace that allowed her audience plenty of time to
appreciate her body as more and more of it came into view. As the coat slid
off and huge expanse of bulging pale cleavage was revealed as the shiny black
corset she wore came into view. The hard garment shoved her boobs up towards
her chin hard enough that her breasts actually sloped back down towards her
collar bones. The garment only just covered the edges of her aureole and
the twin mountains of her breasts jiggled and quaked with her every movement
as she pulled the coat fully off. Beside the corset, she was only wearing a
tiny black mini-skirt that only just covered her crotch and stopped about
halfway down her bulging bubble butt. "Well, what do you boys think?" She
raised her bare arms and spun in a slow circle.

The boys just stared in awe. Will clutched the pole he was leaning against
as he felt his dick begin to spasm. Scarlett's genetically modified nose
immediately picked up the scent of his cum and she smirked. Of course one
of them had already lost their load. "You, umm, you look, wow, umm, really
good," Duncan managed.

"Thanks! You get another throw now, right?"

"Umm, yeah," Duncan said, still staring at her cleavage. He picked up the
ball and gave it a toss. The ball sailed across the room and landed perfectly
nestled between Scarlett's massive boobs.

"Ooops!" Scarlett giggled, "Well, I guess the ball goes where you are looking,
huh? Now it's my turn!" She plucked the ball out of her cleavage and tossed
it in a perfect arc across the room where it landed with a splash in one of
Duncan's cups. "Oh, wow, that's sooooooo much easier without the coat. I think
it was getting in my way," she smirked. If there had been a little more blood
in the frat brother's upper heads, now might have been the moment when they
realized that they had been played, but they were all otherwise occupied.
"So, I get the ball back now, right?" Scarlett asked, still in the same
ditsy tone she had been using all night.

"Umm, yeah," Duncan picked up the ball and tossed it back to her, picking
up the cup and draining it.

Scarlett threw again and the ball splashed down dead center in another cup.
"This really is way easier without my coat," she chuckled, "you should try
taking something off Duncan, it makes things way easier," she gave him a
wink.

Duncan grinned, "Well, it seems to be working for you." He slid his fingers
under the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Scarlett
bit her lip as she ran her eyes over his well muscled body. All of these
guys were built from all the time they spent in the gym and she couldn't
wait to unwrap her hunky little packages.

Duncan returned the ball and Scarlett effortlessly sank another one. "Are
you sure you haven't played this game before?" Josh asked.

"Nope! This is my first time!" Scarlett grinned at him. Of course what she
didn't say is that she had a ballistics computer programmed into her at the
genetic level. The reason she played soccer was because any sport that required
throwing things was just too easy to be interesting. She had been able to throw
a softball with pinpoint accuracy at 150 miles an hour when she was 14, and it
had taken about a week for her to surpass her former SEAL father in shooting
accuracy when she was nine. If she wanted to she could bounce the ball off the
walls a few times without losing much accuracy.

Over the next few minutes Duncan watched as Scarlett systematically picked off
his cups. When he offered her a re-rack, she just shook her head and said, "I
don't think I need one,"

After she sunk the last cup, Duncan picked it up to drink it down and admit
defeat, but Scarlett shook her head, "Uuhhh uh, take off your pants,"

"Yeah, uuhhh, sure Scarlett," he bent over and unlaced his shoes so that he
could slide his pants down.

Once he was done Scarlett immediately sunk the ball again, "Now take off your
shoes." She sunk another when he was done with that, "and your socks." When
she sunk the last one she said, "Hmmmm, should I let you keep your undies?"
leaning her head to one side as she considered her options. "I guess I will.
drink up." When he had finished, she grinned at him, "I guess that make you
my slave for the night!" She gave a dark chuckle and rubbed her hands together.
"Now, come here,"

Duncan started to walk over, "Stop! When I give you a command, say, 'Yes,
Mistress Scarlett,'" The crowd of boys behind Duncan started to laugh and jeer
at him, but Scarlett silenced them with a sweet smile and the words, "you're
next."

*Holy shit, this is going in a really weird direction.* Josh thought. Even so,
he found that he wasn't any less jealous of Duncan. He wished it was him
repeating the humiliating words that Scarlett was forcing the almost naked
football player to say and then walking over to stand in front of the
domineering freshman.

"Good boy," Scarlett purred when he stood in front of her. She looked him up
and down approvingly, her eyes lingering on the muscles in his chest and the
prominent bulge in his underwear. "Now, kiss my ass," she turned around and
presented her perfectly formed bubble butt to him. Duncan gulped, but he
bent down slowly to plant a hesitant kiss on her firm ass cheek right below
her skirt. "Like you mean it!" Scarlett grabbed the back of his head and shoved
it hard into her ass. Duncan struggled to pull away, but the big football
player's whole body was no match for Scarlett's slender arm. "There, that's
more like it," she chuckled. "Alright, who's up? Josh, why don't you give it
a try."

Josh gulped and walked up to the beer pong table. The crowd of boys was silent
as he set up his cups. None of them were able to take their eyes off of
Scarlett's incredible body, and they all found that the way she had just
dominated their friend made them even more aroused. The urge to submit to
the curvaceous young red head grew stronger within them with every passing
moment as Scarlett's pheromones spilled off the skin of her breasts.

Josh lined up his first shot, but he was far to distracted by the vision in
front of him and the ball went long. Scarlett picked it up and immediately sunk
a shot. She mowed down his cups just as fast as she had taken down Duncan's.
Just like with Duncan she forced him to strip to his underwear before fully
defeating him. "Now, Josh, you know what to do," she pointed at her resplendent
ass.

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," the truth was, he couldn't wait as he walked over
and knelt reverently behind the gorgeous girl. He leaned forward, but before
he could kiss her ass she grabbed him roughly by the back of the head and shoved
his face between her silky cheeks. She let go of his head, but he still couldn't
pull away since she had flexed her powerful buttocks. Scarlett smirked, she was
hardly using any of her strength. If she had really flexed the meaty muscles of
her booty she would have popped his skull like a grape, but instead she just
clamped him in place. He struggled to pull away, but she ignored him, instead
just unhurriedly sweeping her hair back behind her shoulders and straightening
it out. Finally, she relaxed her vice-like ass and Josh pulled away gasping.

"Oh, did you get stuck?" she giggled, "I didn't even notice!"

Josh pulled back and started to rise, but Scarlett snapped her fingers and
pointed to the ground next to Duncan. "No, kneel."

Josh's knees collapsed, "S-sorry Mistress Scarlett."

Scarlett just turned around and pointed to her next victim. She smirked, having
noted the spreading stain at Josh's crotch. He must have cum while struggling
to escape her domineering ass.

Scarlett dominated the remaining boys just as easily as she had Duncan and Josh.
The only excitement came when Mike actually managed to sink his first shot.
"Good shootin' Tex!" Scarlett had smirked, then turned around and bent over to
aim her flawless ass at the lucky boy as she slid a tiny thong down her long
legs. Needless to say, Mike had missed his next shot as the image of Scarlett's
smooth pussy dominated his mind. Once Scarlett got her hands on the ball she
ran the table in the same way she always did. After Mike submitted to her it
only took her a few more minutes to line up all of the remaining boys kneeling
submissively on the ground in nothing but their underwear.

Turning to her slaves, she smiled, "I'm going to have so much fun with you! I
think you'll find that being my slave is the most fun you've ever had!" She
took a moment to revel in the fact that she had so completely dominated this
group of ordinary aggressive boys without even hypnotizing them. Her pheromones
were definitely getting stronger. She had noticed her already unreasonably perky
breasts getting slightly firmer as more and more of her bosom turned from fat
into pheromone glands as her body fought back against the suppressants she was
still taking. "Now, none of you cum without my permission."

She stalked over to Josh and shoved him onto his back, ripping off his underwear
before positioning herself over his dick and sliding herself down his straining
shaft. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as he filled her and immediately
began hammering her fifty pound ass down onto his hips. Josh's arousal built
to a crescendo that was prevented from breaking by Scarlett's earlier command.
The gorgeous red head continued to moan in pleasure as she rode him hard. After
fifteen minutes or so, she looked down and realized that the poor boy beneath
her was looking a bit worse for wear. Not wanting to be the kind of girl who
broke all her toys, she just leaned down and commanded him not to grow any
less aroused before sliding off his dick.

Without pausing for more than a second, Scarlett turned to one of the other
boys and shoved him onto his back with the sole of her foot. She dropped
down on top of him just as she had Josh before and began using his body
for her own pleasure just as wantonly.

It took her two hours to work her way through all of her victims, and by the
time she was done they were all bruised wrecks kneeling on the hard concrete
floor, cocks straining desperately against her interdiction on orgasm, and
knees aching with the pain of kneeling so long on the hard floor.

Scarlett strutted slowly down the line of her toys, "You boys look like you had
a good time. Tell me, do you enjoy being my slaves?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," they chorused.

She grinned, "I knew you would say so. Everyone loves being one of my little
toys. Of course, unfortunately for you, you only get to be my slave for the
rest of the night. That was the deal after all." She put her finger to her
lips in an exaggerated pantomime of having an idea, "Unless... unless you
want to extend the deal? Do you boys want that?"

The battered football players at her feet didn't hesitate, "Yes, Mistress
Scarlett,"

"Well, if you want to become mine forever, I guess I'll take you,"

"Thank you, Mistress Scarlett,"

"Now then, in a moment, I'm going to let you cum, and when you do you'll become
my slaves for real. You won't just be mine for the night since you lost a bet
to me, you'll be mine forever and ever. My pleasure will be your only purpose.
I'll be the only woman you ever harbor any feelings of lust towards. The core
of who you are will be rewritten and in it's place all that will remain will
be the desire to serve me. All of your independence and free will is going to
jet right out of your balls when I give you permission to cum. Is that what
you want?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," they chorused.

She looked down at them imperiously, "Beg."

"Please Mistress-"

"Please make us your slaves-"

"I'll do anything-"

"I only want to serve you-"

Scarlett basked in their desperation for a few minutes before finally sweeping
her big green eyes over her assembled supplicants and saying, "You may cum."

The boys came simultaneously, unable to resist for even a fraction of a second.
As they twitched, their minds underwent a transformation, locking in the
submissive haze that Scarlett had put them in and making them truly her
playthings. Scarlett slipped a few fingers into her snatch as she watched
the last shreds of independent will fade from their eyes. Simultaneously
breaking ten boys sent her over the edge, though she had been cumming
pretty regularly for the last two hours.

After her orgasm had died down she pulled back her hair and grinned down at
them. "Now that you're my pets forever, there are going to be some rules you
need to follow..."

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Scarlett chewed her lip in concentration as she rapidly scrolled through Dr.
Lee's notes. To any outside observer the young bombshell would have appeared to
be skimming the text, but Scarlett felt like she was reading painfully slowly.
She could normally read with full comprehension fast enough that normal people
couldn't even make out the words at the speed she set her computer to
automatically scan through text, but Dr. Lee's notes were dense enough that
Scarlett found herself being forced to slow down. She even had to pause her
scrolling so she could go over a particular passage again a few times. She
didn't actually have to read it over again thanks to her photographic memory,
but she was still annoyed at how hard the notes were to get through.

After a few hours she had finished digesting the material and she sat back to
reflect on what she had learned. Her dad had never really told her much about
the raid that had resulted in Dr. Lee's death and Scarlett's adoption, but she
knew that she had been the only baby in the compound at the time of the raid.
She had always wondered about that, but Dr. Lee's notes explained it.
Apparently, he had been worried about controlling his army of genetically
modified slave assassins. He had already developed mind controlling pheromones
earlier on in his career, before he became an international fugitive, but
continually administering them in large doses by artificial means to his whole
force would have been too cumbersome. Instead, he had planned to create a
small cadre of girls who naturally emitted powerful pheromones and were capable
of dominating hundreds of boys each. He would artificially administer mind
controlling pheromones to each of these girls and through them control his
wider force. Scarlett had been the very first to be created by the doctor and
the incredibly powerful AI that he had created. She had been meant to be
one of the girls tasked with leading his band of assassins and elite agents.

Unfortunately, the notes didn't have any hint of how Dr. Lee had created his
AI assistant. That knowledge had died with him when the datacenter in his
compound blew up. She was able to find a section of the notes detailing her
specifically. There was a subsection that projected the way her body would
develop as she aged, and while it had gotten some things, like her height
and the way her face would look, right, there it was pretty off base about
some others. The main difference was that she was a lot heavier than predicted,
which she figured was due to the way she stuffed her face so much. The computer
generated model of what she was expected to look like at 18 was quite curvy by
any normal standard, but Scarlett still curled her lip in contempt, *Dr. Lee
designed me to be a flatty,* though she knew the model was far curvier than
almost every woman she met, its breasts and butt were still only half the
size that hers were. She wasn't entirely sure without taking measurements,
but she was pretty sure she had a much higher density of pheromone glands
than projected as well due to her body's reaction to the suppressants she
took every day.

Reading about Dr. Lee's plans for Scarlett made her realize just how much
her actions since coming to college had been determined by the long dead
doctor. She had been made to keep an army of super soldiers enthralled,
but since she was the only genetically modified super soldier in existence,
she had to make due with enslaving normal boys, though lately she had been
considering scooping up some girls as well. *Am I just a slave to my genetics?*
she wondered. *And if I am, does it matter?* A sense of disquiet filled her.
Her time in college so far had felt like a wonderful flowering of
self-discovery, but now she realized that she had just been dancing to
someone else's tune. She needed time to figure out who she was. She knew she
wasn't the goody little two shoes her parents had raised, though she still
loved them dearly and knew they had only had her best interests at heart.
She also knew she wasn't the relentless dominatrix she had been becoming
before she read through Dr. Lee's notes. At least she hoped that wasn't
who she was.

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

Charlie showed up fifteen minutes early to the computer lab and logged in before
pulling up the assignment. He tried to concentrate on thinking about how to
approach the problem, which was normally something he found easy to do, but
he found it difficult to focus as the anticipation of his partner's arrival
built. A few patches of nervous sweat formed beneath his clothes and he took
a few calming breaths. *It's just a CS20 project, you're good at these, just
don't be fucking weird,* he told himself. Pretty girls had a way of making
Charlie nervous, and had had been a bit of a wreck since Scarlett walked up
to him out of the blue and asked to partner with him on the next assignment.

Charlie knew he wasn't the most attractive guy, though he didn't realize that
this had as much to do with his lack of confidence when it came to dating as
anything else, so he wasn't used to girls showing much interest in him. For
him CS20 with its series of pair programming projects had given him a glimpse
of what it was like to be attractive. He knew it was fairly obvious from the
answers he gave in class that he was quite good, and it hadn't taken him long
to develop a reputation as a talented programmer among his peers. People were
frequently asking him to parter with them and more often than not he had to
turn them down. When Scarlett had asked him to partner with her, he had already
had his dance card packed for the semester. His felt bad about flaking on his
friend Scott, but when he had asked Scott if it was ok, his affable friend had
told him he had to siege this chance to spend time with the undisputed goddess
of the freshman class.

Charlie figured that Scarlett wanted to partner with him to be able to coast
through a project. She didn't really talk in class, and he had even seen her
doing stuff unrelated to the lecture during class, and he didn't have a good
read on how good of a programmer she was. Normally he hated that kind of thing,
but if a girl as sexy as Scarlett wanted to use him he was more than willing
to allow it.

The door to the lab opened up and Scarlett swept into the room, instantly
drawing every pair of eyes. She wore a red pleated skirt that came down to
mid thigh and a pair of wedge sandals that looked like they were made from
cork. Her flat tummy and perfect belly button were just visible in the deep
shadows cast by her huge boobs. Clad in a tight blue crop top, her breasts
bounced with her every confident step. A few inches of cleavage were made
visible by the U neck of the top. She walked right up to him and plopped down
in the chair next to him, causing her massive chest to jiggle hypnotically
and the arms of the chair to creak ominously as her bulging ass filled the
seat to overflowing.  The thick cushion her booty provided made her almost
a head taller than Charlie once she was sitting down. "Hey Charlie!" She
smiled at him before sliding in closer so she could look at his screen.

"H-Hey Scarlett," Charlie somehow managed to drag his eyes up to meet Scarlett's
large green orbs. *Even her eyes are amazing,* he thought.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna... do the problem?" the gorgeous girl asked with a hint of a smile.

"Ummm, yeah, sorry, I just, ummm-"

"It's fine," she smiled warmly at him before turning to the screen, "Have you
read the problem?"

Charlie could feel his skin prickle with heat, "Yeah, I was just looking it
over."

"Great, so I'm thinking we start off with a row-major two dimensional array
to represent the bitmap, but we can write it in a way that it is easy to
swap in a block major 2d array after if we have time to go for the bonus.
Sound reasonable?"

"Ummm, yeah," Charlie said thinking about it, "yeah, that sounds reasonable."
Maybe she wasn't hoping to coast after all.

"Cool, you mind driving? I've been driving most of the time until now?" Scarlett
found this class quite frustrating because she knew she could just bang out most
of the problems in an hour or two, but the need to pair program slowed her down
significantly. Until now, she had been able to speed things up by being the one
doing the typing, but the need to explain what she was doing to her classmates
still took a long time. To make matters worse, it was a class requirement that
she spend at least three of the projects navigating for her partner rather than
doing the typing or "driving" herself. She had chosen Charlie as her partner
because he was the most obviously competent of her classmates and she figured
having him drive wouldn't be quite so annoying.

"Yeah, sure," Charlie was in kind of the same situation, but there was still
time in the semester to make it up. He had been expecting her to want to
navigate anyway.

"Cool, you wanna grab the problem files then?"

"Sure," Charlie navigated to the part of the course website where he could
download the tar archive of project skeleton files and pulled it down onto
his machine. He seemed to shed some of his nervousness as his fingers flew
over the keyboard. He quickly set up the project and opened up his text
editor so they could start skimming over the project files. He mumbled
under his breath as he read. "Am I moving too fast?" he asked after a
little while.

"No, this is good, I think I'm getting a sense of it. Let's do a separate
module for the array first."

"Sounds good," he created a new file and began typing out the interface that
the rest of the program would use to manipulate the image data they would be
working with. Scarlett suggested a few tweaks to the interface to make it
more elegant, and before long they were diving into the implementation. As
Charlie typed, Scarlett would point out mistakes as soon as he made them.
It was a little uncanny. They didn't get one compiler error the whole time
they were working on the array module thanks to her eagle eyed reading of
the code flowing from Charlie's fingertips.

"I think we're done with that part," Charlie said after an hour or so of
coding, "that was pretty fast."

Scarlett knew she could have written the module in fifteen minutes while
holding a conversation with Hanna if she had been allowed to work on her
own, but she had to admit that it hadn't been as painfully slow as she
had feared. "Yeah! You wanna do some of the I/O next then call it a day?"

"Sounds good," Charlie turned back to the keyboard and began typing away.
In another 45 minutes they had written all of the window dressing code
that would allow them to read in and dump out the image file. All that
remained for the next session was the core algorithm of the project.

"Before the we head out, you wanna talk about the algorithm?" Scarlett asked,
turning to face Charlie and pulling her thick red locks back behind her
shoulders.

"Ummm, yeah, sounds good." Charlie turned to face his sexy partner. As they
had been working together, she had drawn closer and closer to him so that she
could more easily point to the screen, so now she was close enough that their
knees were touching. Without the code to distract him, he could feel his
attention getting dragged down towards her heavy breasts and creamy thighs.

"Ok, so I was thinking we just iterate..." Scarlett launched into a precise
description of the algorithm they would need. As she spoke she began releasing
a flood of pheromones tailor fit to her partner. Dr. Lee's notes had included
some information about her ability to control her own pheromones and better
tailor them to a specific victim, and she wanted to practice. Besides, she
knew the algorithm she was describing was right and didn't really want to
get drawn into a long discussion. She had lots of other homework and plenty
of her own projects. In an effort to live her own life instead of dancing
to the tune Dr. Lee had played all those years ago, she had decided to take
a pause from boys for a few weeks. It should have freed up more time, but
it just made her realize how much she had been neglecting her research
interests and it actually felt like she had even less time than before.

As Scarlett spoke, Charlie found he was less and less able to focus on the
exact words she was saying, though it felt as though they were worming their
way into his subconscious where they would be digested and internalized. Instead
his eyes fell down to the twin dents in her overstretched crop top. His busty
partner's breasts were so huge that at this angle he couldn't see her perfect
tummy at all anymore. Her heavy breasts jiggled whenever she moved her arms
to help visualize some concept since they flowed around her biceps in their
abundance. The simmering arousal that had been kept in check by distraction
roared fully to life within Charlie and he could feel his dick slowly filling
with blood as it slid down along his inner thigh.

Scarlett smirked at the glazed expression in Charlie's face. He was thoroughly
under her spell and she hadn't even made any particular effort at seduction.
"So does that sound like a good plan for next time?"

"Yes," Charlie's voice had taken on the tone she had come to recognize as
meaning a boy was helplessly enthralled by her overwhelming sex appeal.

"Good!" She was about to get up and walk out of the lab, leaving her partner
to stew in his arousal, but then her eyes flicked over his crotch. *Holy
shit, is that his dick?* She thought to herself, staring greedily at the
massive bulge that was visible along the inside of his right thigh even
though the jeans he wore were fairly loose. *He's massive,*

"Charlie?" She swept her hair back and leaned in, her eyes glimmering with
lusty avarice.

"Yeah?"

"You mind if I ask you a personal question?" She licked her lips.

"N-no," Charlie struggled to drag his eyes up to meet hers, but with the way
Scarlett was leaning over and pressing her boobs together with her arms the
few inches of cleavage her top revealed had become nearly half a foot and he
found he just couldn't look away from her creamy perfection.

"How big is your dick?"

Charlie's pulse sped up. Could she actually be sexually interested in him? He
knew he had a freakishly massive dick. In fact, the one girl who had seen it
had been to intimidated to do anything but give him a half-hearted hand job,
so he thought of it as a bit of a curse. Now though, it seemed like his
hyper-curvy classmate had caught on to his aberrant anatomy and was actually...
interested? "E-eleven inches."

Scarlett bit her lip. She was supposed to be taking a pause from boys, but
this was clearly a special case. *Turning one guy into my pet isn't the
same as going after the whole lacrosse team.* She told herself, though she
knew she was just making up excuses. "Hold on." she slipped a hand between
her boobs and fished out her phone.

"Can I have the room for the next few hours?" She texted Hanna.

"I thought you were on a break from boys."

"Yeah, but it turns out Charlie Lark has an 11 inch dick, so..."

"You're such a slut lol. What happened to innocent Scarlett?"

"You corrupted me :)"

She looked back up at Charlie and slipped her phone back into her
cleavage. "You wanna come hang out in my room for a bit? We could maybe talk
about the algo pset," she gave him a crooked grin, "or I dunno, maybe something
else?"

"Y-yeah, sounds great," he managed. The phrase "something else" hung heavy
with sensual promise in his mind.

Charlie followed her back across campus in a daze, unable to quite believe
what was happening. His jeans chafed against the head of his dick as he walked
behind her and he was glad of the long coat he favored to help hide his python
in just this sort of situation. He felt as if she was leading him on an
invisible chain. Every time her skirt swished around her massive butt
with the sway of her hips, or her thick red main bounced, or that incredible
bust which was visible even from behind jiggled, the bonds her body had placed
on his mind grew tighter. He knew he would do whatever she demanded, and he
desperately hoped that she would be very demanding indeed.

"So, this is me," Scarlett said, sweeping him into her dorm room. Charlie
stepped in and looked around, but then turned back towards the door when he
heard the distinctive click of the lock. Somehow, the quiet sound seemed to
echo through the small room. She stalked towards him slowly, a predatory gleam
in her green eyes. When she got to him, she casually threw her arms around his
neck and pressed her body up against his, pressing the soft bulk of her breasts
into his thin chest. In her heels, she was several inches taller than him, so
he found himself looking up into her breathtaking face.

Before she could say anything, he began to helplessly buck in the air as
seamen exploded out of his dick. "G-g-god s-s-sorry," he shuddered in shame.

"Did I just make you cum from hugging you?" she chuckled.

Charlie's face was burning. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. He
just wanted to be somewhere else, to not exist. "I-I-I'll j-just-"

"Sit." Scarlett cut him off, reaching out to hook the leg of the wooden
chair in front her desk and shoving him down into it, "You think I'd get put
off just cause you came all over yourself at my slightest touch?" She leaned
down to pull his chin up and dangle her chest in front of his face. He could
feel the heat radiating off her heavy breasts as they dangled below her chest
like udders. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I think it's kinda cute." She
smirked, "Cute and inevitable. Just do me a favor mmmmmmkay?"

"W-what?" he managed.

"See if you can give me five minutes until you do it again."

Charlie gulped convulsively. Despite his explosive orgasm, his huge dick was as
hard as it had ever been, "I-I don't think I can-"

"Just try," she turned away and came back with a box of tissues, "now clean
yourself up." She leaned down and unbuckled his pants before yanking them
abruptly down around his ankles. Charlie's massive mast sprang free. He felt
self conscious about his thin legs, but Scarlett only seemed to have eyes for
his egg sized balls and cock as thick as a pringles can. He hurriedly cleaned
up the cum that covered his shaft. When he looked up, Scarlett was stepping
out of the skirt and panties which she had already let drop to the ground
around her feet.

*I better keep my top on for now,* she thought to herself, *I want to give him
at least a chance of completing that little challenge I gave him.* Walking up
and straddling him, she began to slowly lower herself onto his monster cock.
The bottoms of her heavy breasts settled on the top of his head, enveloping him
in a sea of feminine heat.

"God, you're so thick," she said, biting her lip as she slid the tip of his dick
into the wet folds between her legs. The fabric on the underside of her breasts
stretched further and further as her heavy boobs flowed down to cover his ears.
She dropped herself even further, letting out a moan of delighted pleasure. Her
sensitive pussy began to spasm in her first orgasm just as she slid herself down
his massive tool all the way to the hilt. The motion increased the pressure of
her breasts on Charlie's head and caused the hem her top to slip forward over
the back of his head and trap him between the soft, heavy walls of the red
head's tits.

Scarlett was all around him, her large body engulfing Charlie's own bony frame
in masses of intoxicating feminine flesh. Her firm ass crushed down on his thin
thighs with painful force, reaching more than halfway to his knees. She pressed
him into the back of the chair as she quivered and gasped in pleasure from her
climax, forcing the air from his lungs and making his ribs creak. Her vice like
pussy rippled along the whole of his massive cock, engulfing and dominating it
with powerful convulsions. Most of all though, it was the way her huge, heavy
tits had swallowed up his head, leaving only a thin gap at the very front.
His mouth and nose were pressed into the flesh between her breasts and when
he breathed, all the air had to pass through the half inch gap where his
domineering classmate's underboobs hadn't quite managed to swallow his chin.
Her scent filled him with overwhelming lust and despite her request that he
try to hold himself back, he came for the second time that day.

Scarlett grinned after he had stopped twitching. "Did I make you cum again so
soon? I guess I can't really complain this time, since I started it, but
still, it isn't nice to disobey me like that. I told you to last five minutes,
and well, it looks like you just couldn't help but jizz immediately. You did
want to obey me though, didn't you?"

Charlie mumbled something unintelligible. Scarlett giggled, "What's that? I
can't really hear you on account of, well," she squeezed her boobs together to
complete the engulfing of her project partner's head. "So I guess I'll just
have to assume that you said yes. You do want to obey me don't you?" She
purred down at the boy she was flooding with mind reshaping pheromones.

Charlie mumbled something which Scarlett assumed was some sort of answer in
the affirmative.

"Well," she shook her hair back and began slowly sliding her boobs back and
forth around Charlie's head, "there is a way I can help you do that. Isn't
that great?"

Another mumble.

"I thought you would say that! All you have to do is listen to my voice and
give in. You feel how I'm pressing in on you, surrounding you, dominating you
physically? Well, I'm not just dominating you physically, but mentally as well.
Isn't that great? I know you must love the idea of letting me dominate you, of
submitting to my more powerful will. You've probably been fantasizing about this
moment since you saw me on the first day of class." The truth was that Charlie
had been fantasizing about Scarlett since then, though his fantasies had been
a bit tamer than this. Now though, he realized that she had a point. Nothing
could be hotter than letting the flame haired vixen atop him do whatever she
wanted to him.

"The great thing for you, my little pet, is that the longer you feel me
surrounding you, the more your will melts away. Can't you just feel my
sexuality eating away at your will. Breath in my scent and feel yourself
slipping further and further away. All your goals and desires are getting
replaced with a new one: serving me. Isn't that great Charlie? Don't you
just love the fact that I'm turning you into my slave? You do, don't you?
You fucking love it. I've eaten away at almost all of your will now. There
is just a little bit of it left. Do you know where it is Charlie? That's
right! It's in your balls. The last little bit of your independence and
pride is down in those big balls of yours. You know what Charlie? I've
decided to let you decide if you want to be my slave. I'll give you to
the count of ten to cum that last little shred of will up into me, submitting
forever and ever. If you don't want to be my plaything, just let me know
by not cumming in the next ten seconds, mmmmmmkay? That ought to be easy
enough, shouldn't it? I mean five minutes is a long time, but ten seconds
isn't that long. Just decide what you want, okay Charlie? I won't even
move."

"One..." Scarlett smirked and slid her hands over the outside of her
top, feeling how tight the fabric was stretched.

"Tw- Oh, already? I thought you might make it to four. I guess you really
really want to belong to Mistress Scarlett, huh? That's what I am now, your
Mistress and you're just my little toy."

"Now, as your new owner, your first command is that there will be no more
cumming without my permission. Is that understood?"

Charlie mumbled again.

"Good boy!" Scarlett purred before sliding herself up her latest acquisition's
monster cock and sliding herself down the shaft. She eased up on her initial
crushing force since Charlie was quite a bit more delicate than any of the other
boys she had played with. Her boobs still engulfed his head, but her ass no
longer exerted any force on Charlie's thin legs, since she used her own powerful
legs to stop herself just a millimeter or so above his thighs as she pumped her
hips up and down. She was able to maintain this incredible precision even as
she nearly lost herself in a delirium of pleasure brought on by Charlie's huge
wang and her own unquenchable libido. She rode him urgently, yet gently until
after twenty minutes or so she had satisfied herself.

"Charlie, you may cum." She said at last and her slave was finally able to
release the orgasm that had been pressing at the gates the entire time she had
been riding him. When he stopped bucking, she slid all the way off of him and
began cleaning up with the same box of tissues she had handed him earlier.
He lolled in his chair, unable to muster the strength to help her. Looking
down at him, Scarlett grinned. Even being gentle, her love making had completely
wrung out the poor boy.

She stepped back into her skirt and turned back to her new pet with a grin,
"Now Charlie, I think it's time you learn the rules of being my possession..."

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Just after Charlie left, Hanna came back into the room, "I saw your latest
zombie on his way out. You really did a number on him, huh Scar?"

Scarlett started to smile, but stopped when she saw the expression on her
friend's face, "Umm, yeah, I guess," she laughed awkwardly.

"I talked to Abshir you know. And Percy."

Scarlett sat down and crossed her arms, "Okay."

"Scar, they both think you're dating them exclusively."

"We have a- a complicated relationship."

"It doesn't sound that complicated to me. It sounds like you have two boyfriends
who don't know about each other and who knows how many other guys on the side.
Look, I'm all for sex positivity and living your life how you want, but what
you're doing to Percy and Abshir isn't chill. I thought you were getting a
handle on it when you said you were going to take a break from boys for a few
weeks to figure things out, but it's been, what? Three days?" It was clear that
this had been eating at Hanna for a while, "When you first came here you were
so buttoned up and afraid of your own sexuality, which clearly wasn't you, but
now you've gone all the way to the other extreme and I feel like it's kinda my
fault for pushing you, so I'm sorry I did that. Clearly your parents knew
something about you that I didn't, and I'm afraid I've set you on a path that
isn't good for you."

Scarlett glared at her friend. How dare she come in here and act so judgmental?
Hanna was the one who had cheered her on in the first place! She expected her
roommate of all people to respect that this was who she was now, to celebrate
it. Hanna just didn't understand. She wasn't being mean to her pets. They loved
what she had done to them! "Relax Hanna, they love it. I'm having fun. They're
having fun. No harm no foul."

"Yeah, maybe they're having fun when they don't know what is really going on,
but sooner or later the wheels are going to come off!"

"They'll come to terms with it. What are they going to do? Break up with me?
With this?" Scarlett gestured at her body as she rose up. Hanna's eyes tracked
her roommate's incredible curves as the other girl stood to tower over her.
"I mean, look at this booty. It's going to take more than that to make any
boy give this up." Scarlett declared arrogantly, turning to present her ass
to her friend.

"Scar that not-"

"And in the unlikely event that that isn't enough, I'll just take my top off
to remind them of what they would be giving up." Scarlett turned back to
face Hanna and slid her hands over her massive bust. Slipping her fingers
beneath the tight hemline, she peeled the garment up over her head, letting
her huge boobs bounce free. "What do you think Hanna? You think the girls
would be enough to keep my boys in line?" Scarlett pulled of the pasties
which had been hiding her nipples and leaned forward to give her roommate
a better look.

"T-they're perfect." Hanna murmured, her eyes locked on the swaying of Scarlett
monsters tits.

"Mmmmmmm, so I've been told," Scarlett chuckled. "And if they do this to you,
a straight girl, imagine what they would do to a red blooded male." She pressed
her boobs together, causing an explosion of cleavage. "Of course, you're
probably not really straight anymore, are you?"

"N-no."

Scarlett smirked, "Of course not, you're Scarlett-sexual now, isn't that right?
Everyone is, some people just haven't realized it yet."

Hanna's breath had become ragged and she was pawing at her own breasts while
one hand crept towards the top of her shorts.

"Doesn't it feel so nice to just relax and watch my big, sexy tits sway back
and forth?" Scarlett asked, slowly shaking her shoulders to make her bosom
undulate. "Every time they sway back and forth you get more and more relaxed.
More and more aroused."

Hanna mewled softly, her fingers desperately working her clit.

"Yeah, that feels so gooooood, doesn't it babe? Now I want you to gather up
all-" Scarlett stopped. Was she really doing this? Was she really going to
hypnotize her best friend, taking away all of her free will because she didn't
want to deal with confrontation? For that matter, was she just doing this
because she knew that Hanna had been right and she was angry at herself more
than anything. "I-I'm sorry Hanna. Ok, when I snap my fingers, you're going
to forget all about this conversation and come out of your trance." Scarlett
put her top back on and snapped her fingers. Scooping up her backpack she
said, "I-I gotta go."

Hanna watched her leave in confusion. Wasn't there something she had been
planning to talk to Scar about? Oh well, if it was important, she was sure
she would remember it later.

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Percy walked into the library conference room that Scarlett had told him to
meet her in and saw three other boys sitting around the table. He knew Abshir,
but the other two he didn't recognize. Scarlett stood against the far wall,
ten feet or so behind the head of the table. As always, she absolutely dripped
with sex appeal, and Percy could feel himself getting excited by his
girlfriend's presence. She wore a pair of tight daisy dukes and a sleeveless
black tube top that only just came high enough to cover her aureole. Her large
nipples made prominent dents in the thin black fabric. It clearly hadn't been
designed with such a pneumatic woman in mind, since it was stretched to
translucence and the bottom hung four inches or so away from her torso. Even
for Scarlett it was a daring outfit, but Percy had to admit it looked
incredible.

"Be a good boy and take a seat Percy," Scarlett commanded. At the sound of the
activation phrase, Percy's eyes took on the same glazed look that all the
other boys had, and he walked over to the nearest chair.

Finally the were all here. Scarlett allowed herself a moment to look over her
favorite slaves. The sight of them all staring at her with that vacant look
in their faces, totally ready to receive whatever programming she wanted made
her nipples stiffen and heat build in her groin. She wanted to just eat them
up, but that wasn't why she was here. Taking a steadying breath, she began to
speak.

"I'm going to tell you something and then at the end of my story, I'm going to
give me a choice. As I speak, you'll remain calm and listen to everything I say,
and then you'll make your choice when I give it to you. If you want, you can
ask questions. Now, I'm going to snap my fingers and you'll all come out of your
trances, but you'll remember what I just said. Ok?" She snapped her fingers and
their eyes grew a bit more focused, though they all seemed to be focused on her
chest. At first she had thought she should go in one of her old sack dresses,
but then at the last minute she had decided that it was fair to remind them of
what they would be getting if they did choose to stay with her after she told
them everything.

"I've been seeing other people," she began, "I've been sleeping with all of you,
plus some others. I know some of you thought you were the only ones. It wasn't
right, and I'm- I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me. The thing is, I can't
just have one guy. I'm not built for it, and I mean that literally. Do you
guys know that crazy cult leader Dr. Lee?"

"Yes, Mistress Scarlett," Abshir and Charlie said at the same time that Percy
and Josh said, "No, Mistress Scarlett."

Scarlett grinned. God, that was such a nice thing to hear. She supposed it
wouldn't hurt to let them keep calling her that for a little longer, "Well, I
guess I'd better explain. Dr. Lee started a cult that included some very
powerful people almost forty years ago. He had discovered the ability to control
minds by exploiting pheromones and he used this to build power and wealth, but
it turns out that this was all just to fund genetic experiments so that he could
create an army of genetically engineered spies, assassins and secret agents to
spread his influence over the whole world. It all came crumbling down when the
US military raided his compound in the Bolivian mountains about twenty years
ago. The reporting at the time said that he hadn't succeeded in his attempts
to create a super-soldier, but that wasn't quite true. You see, there was one
little girl baby that one of the Navy SEALs on the raid took home. That SEAL
was my dad, and I am that girl."

"Dr. Lee's plan was to create a mostly male army, but he planned on creating a
core of female officers who would control them with their pheromones. I was
supposed to be one of those girls, and I'm designed to keep hundreds of
dangerous boys under control through my feminine wiles." She fluttered her
eyelashes at them.

"It means I'm always horny, and as you may have noticed, I have a bit of a
fetish for domination and control. I lead a pretty sheltered life before
college, and when I got here. I, well, I went off the rails a little bit.
I was just doing what Dr. Lee programmed me to do, but that's no excuse.
I took you all and made you my playthings without really making sure that
that was what you wanted."

"Now, I'll give you a choice. You can stay with me or you can leave. If you
stay with me, I'll lift all the commands I've given you and I promise I'll
try to be a lot nicer from now on. I'll still sleep with other people though,
one guy is just nowhere near enough for me, and besides I could never choose
between all of you cuties. If you want to leave, I'll make you forget about
all the classified stuff I just told you, some of which I shouldn't even
know, lift all my commands and then just let you walk away. I'll be sad to
see you go but no hard feelings, and if you do decide you want me back,
well," she giggled, "my legs are always open."

"Now, be good boys," their eyes took on that hypnotized look again, "and stay
in your seats until you've told me a decision and I've said you can go
mmmmmmkay? While you're deciding none of my other commands apply. Now, wake
up and decide." She snapped her fingers. All four of the boys immediately began
jerking and twitching as they let out guttural noises of pleasure.

Scarlett giggled, "Oh whoops, I guess you just couldn't control yourselves once
you didn't have to ask permission to cum anymore. Be good boys and start
following the no-cumming without permission rule again. I'll free you from
it later. Now, wake up." She snapped her fingers.

She gave them a few moments to think. "Charlie, what'll it be?"

"Stay please," Charlie said immediately. He had never had much luck with girls
before Scarlett and there was no way in hell he was going to give up the chance
to be with a girls as smart and hot as her even under such strange terms.
Besides, he didn't like his chances of meeting another girl who could take his
whole dick.

"Awww, I'm so glad to hear that!" She smiled warmly and bent over to give him
a hug that buried his face in her cleavage.

Straitening back up, she turned to Josh, "What about you Josh?"

Josh was pretty pissed off about the way Scarlett had humiliated and
dominated him, and a big part of him wanted to tell her to get lost, but
it was impossible to ignore the way she stretched out that tiny top of
hers. She had freed him from all her commands, but he still felt like
the voluptuous girl had a hold on him. Would he ever really be satisfied
knowing he had given up a girl with an ass like that? "Ummm, stay."
Scarlett gave him the same warm reception she had given Charlie, her
heart melting smile and bosomy hug melting away some of his lingering
resentment.

"Percy?"

Percy looked at her for a long time. He wanted to stay with her. He really
did, but he just couldn't get over what she had done to him. She had cheated
on him, twisted his mind around to turn him into her slave, and messed with
his memories. She hadn't even promised to stop doing it either. Even if he
left, she was going to wipe his memories. Still, looking at the riot of
fiery hair tumbling down around her shoulders and her incredible figure
he couldn't help wanting to stay. Before her devastating cleavage could
weaken his resolve he said, "I'm done Scarlett. I want to go."

Her face fell. She had been starting to think that all of her favorite boy
toys would decide to join her little harem. "I'm sorry to hear that Percy,
but I- I understand." She leaned over to put his face right between her
breasts. Dr. Lee's notes had indicated that her pheromones were more powerful
when associated with sex, so to permanently remove the compulsions she had
placed while riding Percy's dick she would need to do a little more than just
tell him to forget about them. She leaned down and began whispering in his
ear so that the others couldn't hear what she said to him. "Now, be a good
good boy and listen to your Mistress. None of my commands except for the
one about asking permission to cum applies anymore. In fact, all of those
commands are settling in your balls just like your free will did before.
As they settle down, they are taking with them your memories about what
I just told you today. You'll remember me fondly as a girl you hooked up
with a few times, but you won't obsess over me and you'll easily move on
with your life." She chewed her lip and her eyes took on a mischievous
glint, "You'll still think of me every time you cum though." Feeling a
little guilty, but not quite guilty enough to rescind her parting gift
she added, "It won't inconvenience you in any way though and you'll have
no trouble hiding it." She straighted up and pulled her hair back, thrusting
her heavy tits harder into Percy's face, "Now, Percy, you may cum." Percy
jerked helplessly for the second time since the meeting had started. After
a little while he looked around with a dazed expression on his face and
got to his feet before walking out of the room with a vaguely confused
expression on his face.

"After seeing that, leaving looks pretty fun." Abshir said with a laugh.
Scarlett looked at him with big doe eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look,
I'm staying." Abshir found that he had come to terms with Scarlett's
infidelity remarkably fast. She was the epitome of the phrase "too much
woman" and a part of him had felt that she was too good to be true the
whole time they had been dating. Finding out she had been fooling around
behind his back was almost a relief.

"Yay! Three out of four isn't bad. Now will you be my good boys and ignore
all of my previous commands except the command not to cum without permission?
Good," she purred, her eyes glowing with delight, "oh, and actually there is
one new rule you're going to need to follow. No jealousy. I don't want to
hear anything about you three not getting along and I don't want to have to
deal with you sulking if I take home a fresh new stud. Ok when I snap my-
mmmmmm wait, actually Charlie, all the commands I gave you about body building
still apply. Ok, now when I snap my fingers you will all come out of your
trances." She snapped her fingers and their eyes cleared.

"Now, I think it's time to celebrate our new and hopefully healthier
relationship. I'm going to make you glad you choose to stay." She grinned.
"Abshir, can we use your room?"

A few minutes later the four of them were walking rapidly across campus,
their dirty minds thinking through all the possibilities they could explore.

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"You're probably the only person who gets their money's worth from the dining
hall," Cayla said, watching Scarlett come back from the buffet for the third
time with two heaping plates of food.

"It is kinda a rip off unless you totally pig out, huh?" Scarlett laughed.
"I told the boys that since I have three boyfriends, I'm allowed to weigh as
much as three girls."

"I bet they didn't exactly complain when it all goes to those monsters titays
of yours." Cayla jerked her chin at the white fuzzy sweater straining to contain
Scarlett's eighty pound bust.

"Hey! I'll have you know it also goes to my monster ass!" Scarlett grinned,
stabbing her fork into a big chunk of chicken and popping it in her mouth
and swallowing without pausing to chew. Since toning down her sexcapades
and settling down with her three boyfriends halfway through the first
semester, Scarlett's fetish for domination had been frustrated, and she
had gone a little overboard on pursuing her other fetish: her own hyper
sexual body. Since the start of the year, she had gained about 90 pounds in
total, and almost all that weight had gone to her breasts, hips, ass
and thighs. It hadn't all gone to her expanded curves though. She had
actually gained two inches and now stood 6 feet tall in her bare feet,
and her waist and under-bust measurement had started to reluctantly
creep out in the last few months, though Hanna was quick to point out how
unfair it was that Scarlett still had a smaller waist than her when she
weighed over 300 pounds.

Scarlett gulped down half her glass of soda, "And no, I can't say that the
boys have been complaining," she gave her friends a cheeky grin and jiggled
her boobs at them as she thought back to a few weeks ago when Charlie had
found a couple of milk crates and wired them together. The boys had loved
it when she had tried it on as a bra and asked for the next size up, her
pale flesh bulging out of the holes in the crates and her breasts unable
to entirely fit in them. "They've been... whatever the opposite of complaining
is." She grinned, "I think they're not even annoyed that their girlfriend has
two other boyfriends anymore."

"I thought you said they were fine with that." Hanna said.

"Yeah, I mean, they accepted it from the beginning, but at first I noticed some
little signs that they weren't used to it." Her rule about jealousy prevented
any jealous behavior and seemed to have quashed most of the jealous emotions
they had, but she had still been able to see some subtle signs of it in the
first few months.

"How did you get them to agree in the first place if they didn't like it at
first?" Cayla asked.

Scarlett chewed her lip, trying to decide on an edited version of events to
share, "Well, I'd already kinda been sleeping with them all, ya know, 'cause
I'm kinda a skank, so I guess they just couldn't say goodbye to that. Also,
boobs kinda destroy boys willpower if you haven't noticed."

Cayla laughed awkwardly. She didn't want to have Scarlett's insane
easily-visible-from-behind rack, but she wished her A-cups were large enough
that Scarlett's last statement was a little more relatable. For her part,
Hanna knew what Scarlett meant, but even with the DD cups that had always
felt large before she met Scarlett, she didn't think her tits would ever
convince a boy to do something he was as opposed to as she suspected all of
Scarlett's boy toys had been about joining her little harem.

"Enough about that though, Cayla, I want to hear more about the dance drama.
Someone told me that two coreos who were running the same dance together
broke up?"

"You heard about that? Yeah, I don't know a ton about it but apparently it
was really messy and it's like a week before the end-of-year performance.
I'm glad I'm not in that dance." Cayla chuckled.

"I'll say, I feel so bad for all the kids in that dance. Dating your co-coreo
just sounds like a bad idea," Hanna agreed.

They talked about Hanna's upcoming dance and the drinking antics that usually
went with it for the next few minutes. In that time, Scarlett managed to
put away all the food on her plates without spilling anything on her pristine
white sweater, though the fork in her hand was often moving faster than an
unenhanced person could have managed and she had more than a foot of boob
spread out between herself and her plates, which were solidly in the center
of the table.

"Well, hopefully the second performance doesn't get canceled again this year.
Maybe our class will have learned from the mistakes of our elders," Hanna
was saying in reference to the fact that too many dancers had gotten alcohol
poisoning last year before the night performance when everyone traditionally
performed shitfaced. "Umm, hi, you wanna join us?" She sudden cut off, looking
back over Scarlett's shoulder.

"N-no," a blond girl holding two big plates of food stammered, "I just saw that
you were out of food and thought you might want some more," her face flushed
with embarrassment and arousal as she held out the two plates to the sex goddess
sitting next to her. She had no idea why she was doing this, and she was deathly
afraid that Scarlett would tell her to get lost.

"Oh, that's so sweet! I was just about to go up and grab more!" Scarlett gushed.
Beneath her heavy duty pasties, her nipples tried to make dents in her sweater.
She was getting better at this. As her pheromone glands had grown denser, and
she practiced more with making pheromones targeted at a specific person she
had discovered that she could intentionally create a particular mood in her
subject. At first, she had just been able to dial the source of their
submissiveness back and forth between being intimidated by her and being
worshipful, but with practice she had learned to encode more complex
compulsions. She hadn't been able to avoid making her victims feel submissive
and aroused towards her, but she didn't really mind. Submissive and aroused was
how she liked people. The more complex the command she encoded in her
pheromones, the higher dose was required, but Scarlett's massive pheromone
factories could output an incredible volume of the invisible, nearly
scentless molecules.

She was particularly proud of what she had done to the girl in front of her,
since the blond had been sitting across the dining hall from them. Scarlett
had managed to correctly pick out the girl's scent with her genetically enhanced
sense of smell as she walked nearby on her way to get more food, but she hadn't
started producing pheromones with the command to bring her more food until she
was almost done with her last two plates. She could see that the girl had gotten
exactly what she wanted, which meant the full complexity of her command had
transmitted even though the girl had gotten up not two minutes after the
skin of Scarlett's breasts and neck began emitting pheromones. The fact that
she wasn't showing any cleavage, which would have helped the chemicals spread
faster due to better circulation was another road block she had powered through
with shear volume.

"Well, thanks!" she said, taking the food and turning away from the girl as
she turned converted the pheromones she had been transmitting to tell the
girl to go away and jill herself off to the memory of the experience. This
would be a real test. If the full command hadn't transmitted properly, the
blond might hang around for a little while, still fixated on making sure
Scarlett had the food she wanted until the pheromones from the new command
reached a higher volume than the old pheromones. Scarlett had been working
on making it so that people stopped fixating on a command her pheromones
gave them as soon as they completed the task she had set for them. To her
delight, the girl immediately turned on her heel and scurried back over to
her seat to grab her backpack. *I didn't make it too strong and make her
forget her backpack, nice!* Scarlett thought, proud of her improving control.

"Everyone is just so randomly nice to you," Cayla said, "it's weird."

"Oh come on, I'm just lucky!" Scarlett protested with a smirk.

"Last week when we went into the city a guy just randomly bought you
exactly the latte you wanted and brought it out to you as we were
passing Jittery House." Hanna said.

"And then another guy threw out the cup for you!" Cayla added.

"Like I said, lucky!"

"And the week before that some girl gave you an extra train ticket
right before we headed home."

"Really lucky!" She gave them a shit eating grin. Scarlett had been pretty
proud of that one. She had made a command for everyone, but only had it kick
in for people who had a ticket that they weren't going to use.

"I think there might be a little more than luck to it." Cayla said.

"Yeah, but how do they know what she wants?" Hanna asked, "It's not like
she went up to that guy and said, 'Hey can you get me my favorite latte?'.
He, like, just knew."

Scarlett rolled her eyes, "That's ridiculous. I'll admit that he was probably
doing it to get in my pants, but it really must have just been luck that he
choose my standard order."

"Scarlett, your standard order has like ten modifications in it. The probability
of him getting-" Cayla started.

"Neeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrdd," Scarlett cut her off. "Who, like, even cares about
math and shit."

Cayla gave Scarlett a baleful look, "You can't play that card a month after you
publish your first pure math paper, Scar."

"What's that got to do with the fact that you're a ne-"

"IN STATISTICS!" Cayla hissed.

"Whatever nerd," Scarlett giggled. "Babe, you just gotta like, vibe with it.
Don't look a gift horse in the eye or whatever."

"In the mouth," Cayla corrected.

Scarlett gave Hanna a significant look, "See, nerd." Hanna rolled her eyes.

"And the week before that-"

"Alright, alright, I get the picture. I'm a lucky girl. Consider my privilege
checked." Scarlett made a big show of patting herself down as if looking for
her phone or keys, "yep, still there."

Cayla narrowed her eyes, "I'm going to figure you out Scarlett Green."

"I'm an open book!" Scarlett declared with a crooked grin. Her phone rang.

"Hi, this is Scarlett!" She chirped picking it up and mouthing "Sorry" to
her friends.

"Oh, I know you need to, but you're gonna have to wait."

"Yeah,"

"Mmmmmm,"

"Still no,"

"I'm with my friends, give me like half an hour."

"Well it can be 45 minutes if you want."

She chuckled, "That's what I thought."

"Sorry about that guys," Scarlett said, hanging up and putting her phone back
away.

"Who was that?" Hanna asked.

"Oh, no one important, just some guy I hooked up with a week ago,"

"He sounded pushy, you should make him wait," Hanna declared. She didn't comment
on the fact that Scarlett had hooked up with a guy who wasn't her boyfriend,
since she knew that Scarlett's relationship was open and her hyper sexual
friend took full advantage of that fact. As far as Hanna could tell though,
Scarlett only had an emotional connection with her boyfriends. Her hookups
seemed to be purely physical.

Scarlett grinned, "You're right. Maybe I will." If Hanna knew that the guy
would be teetering on the edge of orgasm desperate for release that
whole time, Hanna might not have been so caviler about it. Despite her
best intentions, Scarlett had found herself unable to resist the
temptation to enslave her lovers now and then. After accidentally
enslaving and deprogramming her boyfriends a few times, she had started
practicing catch-and-release among the rest of the student body. She
would hook up with a boy, or sometimes girl, and use him as her plaything
for a week or two before removing all compulsions, making them forget
about the whole thing, and replacing it with memories of a hot but relatively
tame fling. She had been unable to resist leaving them totally unscathed
however, so she left their hypnotic trigger phrases in place and she left
them all unable to think about anything but her when they came. She knew
she wasn't any sort of angel, but she was proud of herself for not trying
ruthlessly take over the country. Instead, she just woke up after dreaming
about doing it and used her boyfriends and toy of the week to blow of steam.

They continued to chat for over an hour before finally clearing their plates
and heading out. It was only after she had peeled off from her friends that
Scarlett picked up her phone and gave permission for her slave to cum.

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"Guys, this is my Mom and Dad," Scarlett said gesturing at her parents. Cheryl
green had a pained expression on her face and Tom's brows were drawn together
in a stormy frown. Scarlett knew she was going to have some explaining to do
once they were alone. Her mother must be scandalized by the white short-shorts
and tight green tank top she wore, but she had decided that she couldn't keep
pretending to be the same girl they dropped off at college forever. She figured
it would be easier to load them up on shock than dribble everything out at once.
Now, to pile onto that shock a bit, "Mom and Dad, this is my boyfriend Josh,
my boyfriend Abshir, and my boyfriend Charlie." She said gesturing at the three
fit young men with her. Charlie no longer looked like his old reedy self after
a year under Scarlett's hypnotic command to hit the gym.

Tom Green's face grew red and his stormy expression darkened a few shades, "Do
you mean you're friends with all these boys?"

"Nope! We're dating."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Green!" Josh gave him his best disarming grin. He was
usually pretty good with parents. When Tom took took his offered hand, Josh
had to strain to prevent the bones in his knuckles from grinding together.

"I trust you're being a perfect gentlemen to my daughter,"

"Oh my god dad! Be nice to my boyfriend!"

Tom made a noncommittal harumphing noise and allowed himself to be herded by
Scarlett towards one of the little restaurants that clustered around campus.
They ate in an awkward silence occasionally broken by Josh or Abshir trying
to break the ice. Cheryl looked like she didn't quite believe she was really
there and a storm cloud hung over Tom the entire meal.

"It was really good to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Green!" Abshir tried to draw
them out one last time as they left the restaurant.

Scarlett sighed, "Why don't you guys go on ahead. I think I better talk with
my parents a little." They nodded and started to move off, "Wait, kisses!"
she commanded. They came back, shooting little glances of trepidation at
her parents, but what Scarlett wanted, Scarlett got, so they let her plant
a quick peck on each of their lips before shooing them away.

"So her dad is definitely planning on killing us." Charlie said as they walked
away.

"Yep," agreed Abshir.

"He used to be a navy SEAL right?" Josh asked with trepidation.

"Maybe we can still escape if we don't even go home to pack," Abshir mused.

Charlie laughed uneasily, "Wait, was that a joke?"

"Ummm... maybe?"

"Our best bet for survival is Scar getting them to calm down," Josh said.

"Yeah, Scar will take care of it," Charlie said, feeling a little better.
His girlfriend could do pretty much anything she set her mind to.


Back outside the restaurant, Scarlett's parents were anything but calm.
"W-What h-h-h-appened to my little girl!" her mother was wailing, face
buried in her hands and tears slipping through the gaps between her
fingers.

"Look what you've done to your mother!"

*Oh god, this is way worse than I thought it would be,* Scarlett thought
to herself. "Ummm, guys, can we maybe take a walk?"

"Three boyfriends Scarlett," her dad said.

She almost told him that she had actually calmed down a lot since the beginning
of the year, but she figured he might have a heart attack at that. "Yes dad,
three boyfriends. Look, guys, this is who I am. I'm not designed to be with
just one boy. I've learned a bit more about what Dr. Lee had planned for me,
and I'm literally not designed for monogamy. I'm certainly not designed for
keeping myself covered up in tent dresses and only getting off on my own.
I know raising a girl like me wasn't easy, and everything you did, all the
rules you made were just for my own good. I'm not mad or resentful about it.
The rules prevented me from really becoming who I'm meant to be, but I think
they also kept me safe. My urges are- well, let's say it's good that I waited
until I had a certain level of maturity before exploring them."

She turned to her crying mother, "Mom, you had to know this day was coming. I
may not be the same little girl that Dad brought home 19 years ago, but I'm
still me. I still love you." She held her hands out and Cheryl allowed herself
to be hugged. In the 4" wedge sandals she wore, Scarlett had 8 inches on her
mother, so her firm breasts deformed around the smaller woman's shoulders
and gave Cheryl a face full of cleavage. After a moment, Cheryl hugged Scarlett
back.

Looking at her father over the top of her mother's head, Scarlett said, "Dad,
can you promise not to scare my boyfriends? They're really all quite nice and
you know I can take care of myself."

After a moment, Tom came in to hug his wife and daughter. "Oh honey, I'm sorry.
It's just that you've changed so much. I think your Mom and I were just shocked
to see you like this, that's all. It'll probably take us a little while to
adjust, but like you said earlier, we had to know this day was coming."

"Thanks Dad,"

As she said goodbye to her parents in the parking lot back on campus, it was
clear that there would be a bit of tension for a while, but Scarlett was
hopeful that they would come to terms with it eventually. *I'm glad I went
with Scarlett-the-friendly-neighborhood-hypnodom instead of
Scarlett-the-conquorer she thought. They might have had a harder time with
the second one.* She thought watching them drive away. Of course, she didn't
plan on telling them *everything* about her new lifestyle.

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