
"This is our year man, I can feel it." Mike said, drumming the steering wheel
with his thumb as he and Allen rocketed down the interstate in his little
2-seater McLaren. They were headed to Ohio for a rugby tournament.

Allen sucked his teeth, "You say that every year man."

"I know, but this is really it!"

"Man, you need to stop thinking about Rugby. This tournament has nothing to
do with Rugby."

"What are you talking about? Of course it's about Rugby, what else could it
be about."

Allen looked betrayed, "It's about the night after we stop playing!"

Mike looked over and gave his teammate a calculating glare. "Okay, valid,"
he said after a while, seeming to lose some sort of argument with himself.
"That's actually very valid," he grinned.

"Now you're getting it. You remember that night at this tournament, like
three, four years ago?"

"Three."

"Yeah, three years ago. Oh my god, you remember those two college girls?
They looked like twins or something, but they swore up and down that they
weren't related."

Mike laughed, "Of course I remember, Tommy talked them both into going
back to his hotel room with him of course."

"That man was a legend!"

"He certainly had a way with the ladies." Mike chuckled.

"Bro, whatever happened to that dude. I know you two were tight. He was
always down for anything, but he's just, like, disappeared."

Mike looked over at him, "You really don't know?"

Allen shook his head, "Naw, dawg, what the fuck happened to Tommy?"

"He's married now, dude."

"What? Tommy? No way. That man didn't have a marrying bone in his body.
He always used to joke that he was on a mission from god to fuck as many
broads as he could."

"I'm telling you dude, that boy is extremely married. Like, he's as married
as they come. I'm talking so married, the man won't even look at any woman
besides his wife."

"That's not Tommy, bro. I straight don't believe you right now. You are so
full of shit," Allen insisted.

"Listen, do I look like I'm joking right now? I was surprised too man, but
he like, loves his wife or some shit."

"This is the same Tommy who used to say women were only useful on their backs
or their knees?"

"The very same," Mike assured him.

Allen sat there stunned for a few minutes, "Even after you told me that, I feel
like I gotta ask. What the FUCK happened to Tommy? I mean, a man does not just
have that kinda personality change for no reason at all."

"I don't know if I should get into all that. I mean, Tommy's still my boy even
if we haven't really hung out since he got hitched, and that story is, well,
it's a little private I guess." Mike sounded hesitant.

"Come on man!" Allen protested, "We tell each other all kinds a shit! I just gave
you all the gory details of what went down with Mary a few weeks ago didn't I?"

"I mean you did-"

"So then help me out, huh? I scratch your back, you scratch mine?"

Mike sighed, "At this point, I don't even know if he would care, and we have a long
ass drive ahead of us, so what the fuck?"

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"Well, are you gonna tell me the story or not?" Allen asked.

"Chill dude, I'mma tell you, I just gotta figure out the best way to tell the story is all.
I just gotta get it right in my head."

"Aight." Allen sat back and pulled out his phone, evidently satisfied for the moment.

A few minutes later, Mike started speaking, "It started a few months after the tournament
where Tommy took those two college girls home. You know how Tommy would always drink everyone
under the table and then get up to some ridiculous hijinks?"

"Yeah"

"Well, you know Moyra Cullin?"

"The big hedge fund manager? Ugly as sin but sharp as a tack? That Moyra Cullin? Is that who
Tommy's married to?" Allen exploded with questions.

"Yes, but lets not get ahead-"

"Noooooooooope nooooooope noooope. This calls for a pause and a WHAT THE FUCK? Moyra Cullin is
like the total opposite of Tommy's type."

Mike sighed, "Go on, get it out of your system."

Allen held up his hand and started counting on his fingers, "Tommy liked girls who where hot,
dumb, and young. Moyra is none of those things. She's like the opposite of all of those things,
so I say again, what the ACTUAL fuck?"

"Allen, you're yelling."

"Mike, this is something that needs to be yelled about. What the FUCK else do you expect me
do do?"

"Just shut up and listen. To be honest, I'm a little surprised you haven't heard about what
happened to Moyra. She's not ugly as sin anymore. Do you want to hear the story or not?"

"Alright, alright, sheesh." Allen held up his hands in a backing off gesture.

"So anyway, as I was saying, we were at this house party. Tommy was in rare form. We were both
maybe ten drinks in, knowing Tommy he was probably even further along than that, when all of
a sudden Moyra fucking Cullin walks in, and Tommy just looks at me with this real intense look
in his eye, and he says, 'I'm gonna fuck Moyra Cullin'. He just calls his shot like that. I
tell him there's no way. Moyra seemed like a normal person. I didn't even know why the fuck
she was there. She certainly didn't seem like she wanted to be. Maybe she was there to help
someone out? I never found out. Anyway, I tell him, there's no way she's going to look twice
at a sloppy drunk like him, even if he is way out of her league on a purely physical level.
She can't be that starved for cock. I mean the woman is completely loaded, you know what I mean."

"He just shakes his head at me and says, 'ye of little faith' or some shit like that. Then he
turns around and marches right up to her. His gate gets all smooth and steady as he's walking
up to her and I can practically see the alcohol getting sucked out of him. To this day I do
not understand how that man could hold his liquor so well. Anyway, Tommy being Tommy, it takes
him about five minutes to start heading towards the door with that whale of a woman on his arm."

"That was a Friday night, and I don't hear from Tommy for the whole rest of the weekend. When
he comes in to the office on Monday, he's got bags under his eyes. Not big ones, Tommy being
Tommy, but nevertheless. I could tell he wanted to tell me something, but we were never alone
during the work day, so he gets me to go out for drinks with him. You know Tommy is Touched
right?"

Allen nodded, "I always figured he was, but I didn't know for sure. He got any powers, or can
he just drink like a horse?"

"Oh, he's got a power. Not a huge one. He can't teleport or anything like that, but he definitely
has a power."

"Well, don't leave me in suspense," Allen said.

Mike smirked, "his cum makes chicks hotter."

"What? No way, I've never noticed anything like that, and I know a ton of girls Tommy's been with.
I'm Eskimo brothers with the guy like three different ways."

"It's not by much when he just sleeps with them once. I kinda got the sense that that was why he
didn't really have any steady girlfriends. He didn't want to make it too obvious."

"Oh shit, so now Moyra Cullin is hot as hell or something?"

Mike thought back to the last time he had seen Moyra. She had been wearing a long ankle length skirt
cinched at her tight waist and a loose sweater. It wasn't a particularly revealing outfit, but Mike
had been unable to tear his eyes away from the way her huge, unreasonably perky boobs filled out that
sweater. Her chest was significantly larger than a 5 gallon water jug and had filled the doorway
when she walked into a room. The bubble butt that pressed up against the inside of her skirt had been even
larger and every bit as enthralling. She had seemed amused at the way her body seemed to rob him of
will, making him unable to do much more than stare. She had gotten him to meet her eyes by clearing her
throat. Her face had looked like that of an incredibly gorgeous 23 year old instead of reflecting
the 53 years she had been on the earth. Her skin had been completely free of the wrinkles she had
when he first saw her. Her hair fell down around her in a tumble of black gloss, and stood in
contrast to the dull no-nonsense bun she used to wear.

"Dude, you ok?" Allen interrupted his thoughts.

"What? Sorry. Yeah, or something." Mike said. He realized to his embarrassment that the memory of Moyra
had made him hard. He realized he wanted to see her again, even though he knew that it was a bad idea.

"So, you were saying?" Allen prompted.

"Yeah, I was saying," Mike cleared his throat, "I was saying that Tommy and I went out for drinks after
work, and he starts telling me what happened with Moyra. Apparently, she wasn't some button-down spinster
at all. When they got to her apartment, she was all over him. Just shoved him down onto her bed and jumped
on his cock, the way he tells it. And that's not an easy thing for a woman to do, taking all of Tommy's
dick. He's got like 16 inches of meat down there, but she must have been using oversized dildos for years
or something. Anyway, they fuck, but afterwards Moyra still wants more. Tommy told me that she sucked him
off like two more times before they fell asleep, and he woke up with her head bobbing up and down between
his legs. I mean she was utterly relentless. Total cock fiend. After he tells me this, he just looks at
me and said, 'I should never have stayed for breakfast, man.'"

"Her building had room service. Like really nice room service. I think there is a Michelin star restaurant
on the ground floor or something. He said he was trying head out, but she got him to stay by showing him
the menu. Apparently, she gobbles her food down like the greedy fatty that she was, and immediately helps
herself to a little desert if you know what I mean."

"Umm-"

"She went down on him again. Tommy said she was real good at it too. I guess having thirty years of
cocksucking experience pays off. At this point, Tommy is starting to notice changes in her appearance.
Nothing major, just a few lines fading here and there. Her skin has cleared up a bit, but it's there if
you know what to look for. Tommy knows he's got to get out of there, but she's asking him if he's ever
driven a super car before. I mean what's he going to do? Refuse to drive a million dollar car? No
fucking way."

Allen whistled, "and let me guess, she gives him road head or something?"

Mike pointed at his teammate, "Bingo! You're catching on. Apparently it went like that the whole weekend.
Tommy keeps trying to escape, but Moyra keeps coming up with very expensive reasons why he should stick
around. The whole time they are fucking and sucking, mostly her sucking, but it sounds like Moyra convinced
the old cowboy to mount up a few more times. Tommy tells me that at this point he's starting to feel like
a bit of a whore, but where else is he going to be able to take a ride on a Yacht bigger than most ferry
boats?"

"Of course, the whole time, she's getting hotter. By the end of the weekend, it's not subtle. I mean,
she's still a total hog that looks like it got some special attention from the ugly stick, but her
skin is way better than it was at the start of the weekend, and all that fat has started to migrate.
I mean, her pants are creaking cause her already fat ass is getting bigger, and her boobs have, like,
doubled in size. Even though she can't fit into any of her bras anymore, she's not making a big deal
of it, so Tommy think he might still be flying under the radar. By the time Sunday night rolls around,
Moyra is loosening her grip on him a little. I mean, this lady is famous for hitting that workahole.
She must have been pretty into Tommy to ignore everything to give him the full court press like that.
Tommy being Tommy I suppose."

"Anyway, Tommy is just telling me how now that it is the work week, he should be able to put it behind
him when he gets a text. Apparently she had asked him what his dream car was over the weekend. The
text was just a picture of the keys. I told him not to go, but he was already leaving the bar.
The old bat certainly knew all the right buttons to press, that's for sure."

Mike fell silent as they crested a hill and sun dappled fields spread out in front of them. "Well,
what happened after that?" Allen asked when they had gotten halfway down the other side of the hill.

"It pretty much went like that for the next few months. Tommy would be hanging with the boys for a
few days and then he would disappear over the weekend as she took him somewhere exotic on her
private jet. Tommy was pretty well off himself, being in our line of work and all, but Moyra
Cullin has a whole other level of wealth. Some of the stuff he started doing, I mean, I didn't
even know it existed. She bought him a 100,000 dollar bottle of water."

"100,000 for a bottle of water?" Allen asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. That wasn't even the wildest thing they did. I'm telling you man. Tommy developed some very
expensive tastes pretty quickly. Ten thousand dollar suits. Haircuts more expensive than his rent
was in college. And the whole time he was getting blown by this old whale who, Tommy swore, gave
the best head he had ever had."

Mike revved the engine and slipped out from behind a line of eighteen wheelers, letting the car
roar as he shot through the gap in traffic to overtake them. "Anyway, after a few months, I got
the sense that the tidbits that she used to pull him away from the lads had less to do with
money and more to do with what she was offering him physically. Moyra is like 6'3" and 350 pounds
or something, and all that fat had to go somewhere. After a few months of guzzling Tommy's magic cum her
rack was already pretty incredible. I saw her come to pick up Tommy in a dress that showed like a foot of
cleavage and wasn't even super low cut. She was still fat, but you definitely noticed her boobs before
her gut if you know what I'm saying. Her ass too. It had been pretty huge to begin with, but by this
point it had grown even larger and turned from a saggy sack of lard to a pair of smooth globes. It
wasn't perfectly shaped yet, but it was just huge and her waist was getting smaller and smaller,
making it look even bigger."

"It was sometime around then that Tommy told me about Lisa. She was this girl he had dated in high
school. They popped each others cherry's and all that. Apparently after they started having sex,
she started to get a lot hotter. At the time he didn't realize that it was him doing it to her,
and by the time he did realize it, she was already so sexy that he couldn't resist her. He told
me he got kinda scared by what was happening and tried to break up with her, but she would just
start playing with her boobs or something and he would forget all about it. He said it was like
she had some kinda hold on him. She could do it to the other boys too. Apparently it took them
going to different colleges for him to get free of her."

"And he was afraid that it was happening again?" Allen asked.

"Yeah, exactly. He said he could already feel it when he was with her, and she wasn't even that much
to look at yet. Lisa had been way skinnier to start off with so the curves she got from Tommy's
cum were nowhere near as extreme as Moyra's had already become. It seemed like while his cum made
girls more attractive, it didn't really change their weights by much so Moyra was on track to have
a stupid curvy body. After that conversation, I didn't see much of Tommy outside of work. I think
he moved in with her a few weeks later."

"She must have been milking his dick every chance she got because when we finally convinced Tommy
to come out with us for old times sake like a month later she came with, and she was fucking smokin'
man. I mean, still huge, but now she was huge in like a hypersexual way. She looked younger too,
no more than thirty though she had been an old looking 53 before she shacked up with Tommy. She wore
this tight red dress with a real deep V neck and a slit up the side of her leg. It was something else
man. I swear every male eye in the place was glued to her from the moment she walked into that place.
I mean, I'm getting worked up just remembering what she looked like walking over towards us. After
a few minutes sitting with her, I thought I knew what Tommy meant when he said she had some kind of
hold over him. The whole conversation was oriented towards her. We were like puppies, man. Of course,
that might have been because we're all finance people and she's a billionaire rockstar investor, but
I felt like there was something else in play. That dress, man, it did things to us."

"After that, I found myself think about her in idle moments. I'm not afraid to say that I wanted her.
I think we all did. We tried to get Tommy to come out again, but Moyra started making excuses for
him, and I don't know. When Tommy said he couldn't come out, I would berate the guy, call him whipped,
that kinda thing, but then he would put her on and she would give me some excuse in that increasingly
sexy voice of hers and all the fight would just go out of me. Her voice reminded me of the way she
had looked in that dress, and it sucked all the blood down out of my brain if you know what I mean.
That was nothing I could do man. It was so fucking weird. She was becoming a witch or something, man."

"So that's it then?"

Mike nodded, "Yeah, the next time I saw her all hint of what she looked like before except for her size had
disappeared. She looked like she was in her early twenties. She started letting Tommy out a bit more,
but the leash was pretty much welded on at that point. Not that I can really blame Tommy. I mean if
I had a woman like that. Shit, I would stop going out too. They got married about a year after that
night when they had first had sex. It was a small wedding, just a few friends and their close family.
Moyra's wedding dress was pretty incredible. She hired a bunch of designers to make her body look
even more amazing than it did on its own. I know there were a several guys who creamed their pants
when she walked up the aisle." Mike didn't mention that he himself had been one of them. He was pretty
sure he had been able to keep that particular embarrassing fact secret by having the foresight to
jack off before hand and wear a condom to the event.

"Damn."

"Yeah dude. Like I said. Married as fuck."

"That's some story. I guess that's what the fuck happened to Tommy."

"Yeah," Mike nodded. Of course, there was more to the story, but that was the part of the story
he remembered.

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"I think you missed a turn dude," Allen said as Mike whizzed past a familiar exit. Hanging out with Mike
during the tournament had been a ton of fun, but he was starting to regret his decision to road trip it
rather than just flying. His head was pounding from the debauchery the previous night, and spending most
of a day in a car had not made him feel any better.

"Oh, did I?" Mike said absently.

"Yeah, here, I think you can get back on track if you take this next exit."

Mike didn't reply. He didn't take the next exit either.

"Come on Mike, quick fucking with me. Where are we going?" Allen demanded, a hint of nervousness creeping
into his voice.

Mike wove through a slow pack of cars. "Mistress Moyra would like to meet you." He sounded off, like he was
distracted by something.

"Woah, woah, woah, what the fuck? That's not funny dude." Allen was starting to get really freaked out. Mike
didn't reply. "Hey, man, stop the car. I want to get out! Stop the FUCKING car Mike!" Mike didn't slow down,
he just pulled out his phone and opened up his photo gallery. When he handed it to Allen, his agitated teammate
abruptly calmed down.

Allen looked down at the photo Mike had just handed to him. All the thoughts in his mind just drained away,
replaced by a surge of lust and awe. The tall black haired woman in the photo wore a red skirt cinched tight
around her slender waist and a black satin and lace bustier that left her diamond encrusted belly button
bare. Gaps in the lace exposed little bits of her flesh all over her enormous breasts, each breast the size of a
4 gallon milk crate, but even that scant covering soon disappeared due to low neckline. Her skirt actually
had quite a lot of fabric to it, but it still only came a quarter of the way down her juicy thighs. Black
fishnets climbed up her sleekly powerful legs from the tops of the 6 inch heels she was wearing to disappear
under the hem of her skirt. In the background was a huge multi-story mansion. The words "REMAIN CALM" had
been super-imposed in the photo above her head in big blocky black letters, and she was pointing up at them
with a stern look on her flawless face. Allen's dick throbbed pleasantly, and he obeyed the message this
goddess seemed to be sending him. The car continued slicing through the falling darkness towards an
unknown destination, but Allen no longer cared. He was far to calm for that.

An hour or so later Mike pulled into a long and winding driveway. He brought them up a large wooded hill
and parked. "This is it."

Allen looked up. The mansion in front of them was exactly the same as the one in the photo. Mike led him
along a stone footpath through a beautifully manicured lawn and garden and rang the front doorbell. A
few moments later, the door opened to reveal the woman from the photo. Today she wore a pair of tiny
gray short shorts that covered less than some bikini bottoms and a thin white tank stretched to transparency
by her massive chest. Her dark aureole, each larger than Allen's hand, showed through the garment and
large nipples made big dents in the thin fabric. Her glossy black hair tumbled down around her shoulders,
a few strands falling into the deep crevasse of her cleavage. Despite being bare footed, she was half
a foot or so taller than Allen, and even had a few inches on Mike, which brought her door-frame filling
bosom even closer to their faces.

At the sight of her, Allen came. He couldn't help himself. There was just so much perfect feminine flesh
in front of him. At the sight of him helplessly twitching, Moyra raised one perfect hand to her full
lips and giggled, "Awww, did I make you cum all over yourself the moment you saw me?"

"S-sor-"

"Don't worry about it. It's to be expected," she cut him off. "Now, Mike here tells me that you're Allen,
is that right?"

"Y-yeah,"

"Yes, Mistress." She corrected him, "My name is Moyra, but you will call me Mistress or Mistress Moyra.
Is that understood?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress." Allen said, his head bowed submissively. He didn't understand why, but he felt an
overwhelming urge to submit to the domineering billionaire in front of him.

"Good, now follow me."

Allen obediently trailed after her, though he had to pause and lean up against the wall after watching
that massive ass sway back and forth beneath her unreasonably tight waist for a few steps. Moyra noticed
that she had induced another orgasm in her newest slave and chuckled to herself. No one could resist her
ass, or any part of her really. She led him to a large bedroom and then closed the door behind them.

Once the door was closed, she grabbed him by the back of his head and suddenly pulled him down to force
his face into her cleavage. At the sensation of her warm, silky smooth flesh consuming his head up to
the ears, Allen came again, and this time he didn't stop cumming. His balls had long since been emptied
out, yet still he spasmed. Moyra left him there while she flipped back her hair and grinned to herself.
She absolutely loved the way her body could do this to anyone she wanted. She could and did have anyone
she wanted. She had always had a raging libido, but in the past she had used her wealth to get access to
the bodies of young men and women who struck her fancy. Now, even straight girls would do anything she
wanted. It seemed that a love of being dominated by Moyra was something that everyone had in common.
She let him convulse against her for a few more seconds before shoving him back against the bed.
Her push sent him flying 20 feet across the room, displaying an unexpected strength from her relatively
slim limbs. "Strip" she commanded. Allen moved as fast as he could to obey the black haired beauty
under her blue eyed gaze.

When Allen lay naked on the bed, his dick pointing up in the air like a flagpole, Moyra herself began
to strip. Where Allen had torn off his clothes with desperate movements, Moyra moved slowly and
deliberately. She eased her shorts down around her huge hips, stretching the waistline to more than
twice the diameter that it had previously had, moving an inch at a time as she shimmied her hips back
and forth. With each shake of her hips, her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled hypnotically. Finally,
the shorts crested the hill of her ass and slipped down her long legs to pool around her feet, revealing
a perfect smooth pussy. Moyra hadn't waxed in ages, since hair no longer grew below her neck. On the
bed, Allen was convulsing again. Moyra smirked. She slipped her hands under the hem of her tank and
began to slowly pull it up over her head. The flimsy garment made a brief attempt to lift her breasts
with it, but only managed to shift her 60 pound rack a little before it slipped off and Moyra pulled
it over her head. At the sight of her perfect breasts in all their glory, Allen's orgasm rose to a
fevered pitch and within a few seconds, he had passed out. Moyra chuckled. God, she loved her tits.

When Allen came to a few minutes later, Moyra was standing right next to him, "Listen to me Allen.
You are not to cum without my permission anymore. Do you understand? Say 'Yes, Mistress, I understand,'
if you do."

"Yes, Mistress, I understand." Allen repeated, drone like. Amazingly, he found that his body was obeying
her command even though he had been powerless to consciously control his own orgasm before.

"Good," Moyra purred before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his face. Moyra's huge pillowy ass
completely engulfed Allen's torso all the way down to his belly button, pinning his arms to his sides
and crushing the air from his lungs. Moyra adjusted herself and squeezed her cheeks together, giving
Allen a brief taste of the bone crushing strength that her ass possessed. Breathing became even more
difficult when she ground her slick pussy into his face, but Allen was still somehow able to get enough
oxygen through little gasping breaths he took through his nose. Somehow, the discomfort of the situation
just made the whole thing even more erotic. Moyra's pussy was the best thing that Allen had ever tasted
by far, and he worked at it feverishly. After a while, he was rewarded by his Mistress beginning to shiver
and quake on top of him. She pawed at her own chest, greedily playing with her nipples, until she came
in a final explosion of pleasure. As she came, her ass clenched, making Allen's ribs creak, but she
had the presence of mind to lean forward in order to spare him the full brunt of her convulsions, she
she didn't do any permanent damage.

"You're good at that." Moyra complimented her newest slave, "Now, follow me down to the kitchen."

She led him down in the nude, and went directly to a large fridge. She pulled out a large bottle of
thick white fluid and raised it to her lips. It disappeared down her throat in large gulps. When
the bottle was empty, she set it down and reached in to get another one, "You know what this is?"

"Ummm-"

Moyra laughed, "Of course you do. Mike did tell you the whole story. This is my husband's cum.
I used to harvest it all manually, but that got to be a drag, so now he stores it up for me.
You're probably wondering how one man can make this much jizz. It's pretty simple really. I
just ordered him to have bigger loads. I didn't really expect it to work, but just like that
his balls started swelling up to the size of grapefruits." She raised the second bottle to her
lips and chugged it just as fast as she had downed the first. "Now, dear Tommy is my little
cum factory. I programmed him to remember what I look like with my top off every half hour,
so like clockwork he dumps out two cups of jizz every thirty minutes, and every drop goes
here." She rubbed her swollen belly and grabbed a third bottle. "I just keep getting hotter
and hotter." She giggled, "For some people, looking the way I do would be enough, but what
can I say. I always want more. Now, it's time I explain your new life as my property to you."

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"Hey man, you remember that guy who made the Jaeger pyramid?"

Allen looked over at his friend Larry. "Yeah, Tommy."

"I haven't seen him in ages. Man was a legend. What ever happened to him?"

Allen looked Larry up and down. Larry was a pretty attractive guy. He was sure that Moyra would be
interested in meeting him. "What? You really don't know?"
