The Last Holdout (alt. Vivian Valencia Has a Crush) (Patreon)

The Last Holdout
aka Vivian Valencia Has a Crush
Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by Annihilator10k

Chapter 1

“And within an hour’s launch of PicNow, Vivian Valencia is the most popular user, with a follower count of 3,506,203,985 out of a possible 3,506,203,986 users!”

Vivian saw the notification beep on her phone, congratulating her on her achievement. It was something she’d had them program in when she was on a video call with their CEO. Just as a favor for her. She never had any connection to the founder before. But everyone knew who Vivian was.

Yes, everyone knew who she was, and everyone did as she asked.

Not because she was particularly persuasive. Per se. She wasn’t some sort of genius philosopher, moralizer, or negotiator. None of that.

Nor did she have any sort of powers. Per se. In a world with a handful of superhumans or humanoids, most notably Power Woman, an alien who’d crash landed on earth and was basically a goddess among mortals (thank heavens she’d had good Earth parents and had a pure heart), Vivian was just a simple, mortal, native Earth female who couldn’t leap higher than a building, fly faster than a jet plane, lift an oil tanker with a single hand, or incinerate solid metal with her eye lasers. People suspected her of having mind control powers, but none of the people she interacted with showed any of the aftereffects of mental trauma or overridden personalities.

No, none of that.

She was just exceptionally, beg-inducingly, awe-inspiringly beautiful.

Now at the age of 22, Vivian outshined all of those other meta-beings that inhabited this planet. Her radiating beauty which had been present at a young age, had absolutely blossomed and even accelerated as she matured.

Her long, flaming red hair traveled a path that all men and women wished to navigate—the voluptuous curves of the most beautiful female torso known to humanity. When she fluffed her curly locks and flung them behind her, they hung past her smooth shoulders and raced down the sinuous curve of her smooth and arched back, beautifully sculpted and subtly muscled with no trace of fat anywhere to be seen. And when they hung past her shoulders down the front…

Her hair provided a beautiful red backdrop for the sensual contours of Vivian’s long, slim neck. When she wore something sleeveless, people would become transfixed by her tight, strong, flawlessly sculpted arms as they followed those curly locks on their journey… where inevitably, they would become transfixed with Vivian’s chest.

It didn’t matter whether they were fully covered or fully exposed, or anything in between. Of course, when bare, her full, pale breasts brought people—man or woman—to their knees. Those unbelievably large and firm orbs, standing so high and thrusting outward with no support at all, crowned with a fleshy pink nub at the outermost part of their immaculate curves. Those thick, irrepressible nipples were mouth-watering, heart-breaking, instant-orgasm-on-sight marvels that Vivian rarely unleashed unless she was feeling particularly naughty or had to put someone in their place.

In a bra or a bikini, her breasts still conquered all in front of her… and behind. Needless to say, her perfect boobs grew well past the frame of her slender torso. Being able to simultaneously witness her backside and a portion of her full breasts was enough to cause another widespread public incident, she’d discovered when she went to a beach dressed in a skimpy bikini top and a tiny G-string thong bikini. For those in front, the spectacle of Vivian’s beauty was no less impressive. Seeing her creamy cleavage with those still-irrepressible nipples always making themselves visible, or the impossibly cinched waist juxtaposing those tremendous mounds of femininity, all put together with a stunningly beautiful six-pack and a pair of breedable hips… it was too much for anyone to withstand.

Some strong willed people were able to get past all of that. After all, why go to a million dollar banquet to sample only the main course when there were world-class mind-warping desserts available? Especially when the desserts made up more than half of her staggering six foot height.

Vivian’s thighs were thick. Thick, tight, supple flesh that still left a beautiful gap for the light to shine through the little triangle of space carved out by her upper legs and yet-unseen pussy. People had tried to photoshop it, but anyone who viewed it spent all of their time looking at everything but Vivian’s vagina. Fakes had never been easier to discard.

Even her knees were beautiful. Straight, not knobby. Cinched and smooth. How could her knees subjugate people? But it had happened, and nobody was particularly surprised.

Then, her long, polished calves, down to her slim ankles and dainty feet. Foot fetishists sought out her pictures with gusto, paying thousands for just an image of her perfect toes. Those wonderful arches, the sight of her in high heels or open toed sandals, or the way her flip flops slapped against her smooth, completely unblemished heels…

Vivian was sex incarnate. A succubus with the power of a hundred succubi. Anyone who met her in person fell under the spell of her beauty and dreamt of her for the rest of their lives. The world was her suitor. The sight of her pinky finger instilled complete submission.

So who the hell was the one user who wasn’t following her yet?!

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The entire neighborhood of what was now known as Viviantown had remarked what a pretty child she was growing up. What beautiful skin, what cute red pigtails, what long, straight legs she had! Vivian behaved herself as she mostly let other people’s praise wash off of her. But as she blossomed throughout puberty, her mischievous streak began to grow wilder when she realized that the nice things people were saying to her weren’t just niceties. No, people became utterly infatuated with her.

It did take a while. She’d spent her whole life being fawned over. By parents, friends, teachers, strangers… so she didn’t realize that it wasn’t normal for people to go out of the way to buy her expensive things, or open doors for her, or offer to do her homework. Stuff like that.

Only by watching old media that was created before her time did she think to ask her elders about it. Why could the main female characters in stories not always get what they wanted from their love interest? Vivian knew that all she had to do was ask (and sometimes a simple glance would do…) and her every wish would be granted by anyone who was capable of fulfilling it. For that matter, how could people around the main characters be infatuated with anyone else? Any couples that Vivian encountered quickly became threesomes. Sort of. More like love puppets begging for Vivian’s attention.

Turns out, this was not in fact normal. The Valencias explained to their daughter how exceptionally beautiful she was, how honored they were to be her parents, and how they would do anything, anything for her.

Vivian’s smile grew wide.

Oh, she liked this.

So she began to play with her prey, she liked to call them. She asked her school peers for their lunches, or their phones, or sometimes just something petty. They always gave it to her without fail.

The teachers were harder. It was easy enough for Vivian to request that they don’t disturb her in class by calling on her by promising them that she would give them a glimpse of her developing breasts in private, even if she never kept her word. The mere thought of getting an opportunity to see Vivian’s already large but still expanding bust was just too enticing to pass up. Her math teacher had some sort of word about this. Payoff, maybe? The payoff was too good, even if the probability was near zero.

But when she asked for good grades after turning in empty exam papers, they all turned her down. Even when she promised to show them more… they snapped out of their Vivian trances and threw her out. It could cost them their jobs, they said!

A frustrated Vivian went home that day to her long since dominated-into-submission parents. They waited on her hand and foot as she requested gently that they do her homework. As she watched them scribble the answers neatly onto lined paper, the growing redhead scoffed. What good was this if she couldn’t pass tests? Was she supposed to do her own work!? Would she actually have to flash them the sight of her beautiful cleavage in just any plain old bra?!

No. That wasn’t right.

She huffed air through her nose as she came to the only proper conclusion.

Vivian just had to become hotter. More beautiful. Lust incarnate.

She went to bed with that resolve in mind.

When Vivian woke up and strutted down the grand staircase of their far-too-modest-for-her-taste home, her parents trembled in pure worship. Her hair had grown at least a foot, all the way down to her lower back. It looked like she wouldn’t be sporting cute little pigtails any longer. Of course, her fiery mane was full, lustrous, and perfectly manageable. No tangles or split ends on any of her thick strands.

All of her classmates grew hopelessly aroused at the mere sight of her. Vivian accidentally triggered a few orgasms with her smile. She hadn’t meant to—she was merely pleased by the results of her overnight dedication to transform into an even sexier being. Fifteen orgasms later, she finally remembered that she shouldn’t smile willy-nilly lest she set off another gooey accident.

An awestruck boy stood at his locker, holding his backpack in front of his groin. He was panting and drooling as he watched Vivian walk by.

She gave him a triumphant grin as he ejaculated fiercely while trying to hide the obvious tent in his pants. Okay, sixteen now. But this one wasn’t an accident.

The teenage sex bomb marched straight into her homeroom class and asked her teacher in front of everyone to give her an A+ no matter what she did.

Her teacher objected at Vivian’s brazen request. It didn’t matter how beautiful the eighteen year old girl was—this was out of the question!

Vivian restated her request and curled her lips at the already quaking adult.

One fierce orgasm later, the teacher was total putty in Vivian’s hands. The studious ones in the front row of the classroom who caught just a tiny fraction of Vivian’s seductive gesture, her upturned lips and perfectly white, sparkling teeth, fell completely head over heels in love. Vivian strutted to the back of the room, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

She graduated valedictorian of her school. Formerly called something like Justice High or Waverley High or whatever stupid name it used to go by, it was now simply known as “The High School Vivian Valencia Attended.”

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“Hello Sarah,” Vivian said as she gazed into her phone for the video call.

“Vivian! Oh Vivian, I’m so lucky to get to see you! Did you see? PicNow is worth billions already! And… you are the most followed person in the history of social media! Ever! Did… did I do good? Are you happy with me?” the tech titan practically pleaded.

“Yes yes, good work. Tell me, who’s the one person who isn’t following me?”

“That, um… that’s private. This is serious stuff. We could get sued for breaching the P4 laws that were passed a decade ago. Surely you must know about this?”

“Sarah, I asked you a question.” Vivian focused her phone carefully on her heartbreaking face and licked her lips.

Sarah nearly broke.

“I… caaaaaan’t!” she wailed. “It would cost our company everything if news of this leaked out.”

“Fine,” Vivian sighed. “I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” Sarah was elated. She didn’t have to risk the well-being of PicNow, and the world’s most beautiful woman was going to speak to her again? As early as tomorrow!? This was the best day of her life! Until tomorrow, that was.

“Okay, Sarah. Be ready for my call.” Vivian hung up on the vigorously nodding tech giant.

It wouldn’t be a problem, Vivian mused. If anything the last four years had taught her, she just had to be hotter.

The next day, an even more compelling Vivian asked the same question without performing any sort of sexy gesture at all. Sarah gave up the name instantly. Jacob Alton. Time to figure out who this person was that had apparently snubbed her in this age of worldwide interconnectedness.

Chapter 2

Sarah Dijkstra was attending her first ever meeting with the stockholders after PicNow had gone public. Her phone buzzed. Vivian’s stunning portrait popped up.

Sarah immediately hung up on the most important business meeting of her life to just say “hi” to Vivian.

“Sarah, do you have a private jet?” Vivian asked over the phone as soon as Sarah answered.

“Vivian! Vivian! I’m so lucky to hear from you! Yes, I have a jet!”

“Send it to come pick me up at my mansion. Does it have an autopilot that can land by itself?”

“Yes! But our pilot is very competent. He’ll take good care of you.”

“Good. Send it over. I need a direct flight to Jacob Alton’s location right away. You have his address, don’t you?”

“Yes Vivian! I looked it up yesterday without you even having to ask! Did… did I do good?”

“Very good, Sarah.”

Sarah Dijkstra’s pussy twitched violently from Vivian’s complimentary words. Her entire body was heating up, starting from her intimate core. It wouldn’t be long now…

“Sending jet sending jet! Pilot will take care of you! Thank you Vivian! Gotta gooo… urghhhhh!!”

Vivian hung up. Sarah Dijkstra creamed herself silly as her body went into petit rigor mortis. Her phone was blowing up with calls from her investors, but she just orgasmed until she passed out.

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Vivian shielded her eyes as Dijkstra’s private jet made its vertical landing on Vivian’s private landing pad connected to her twenty acre home. It was still a bit too small for her tastes, but she had other matters to attend to. She’d wait for some other developer to build a bigger abode before she’d go politely ask for it.

The sleek gray plane cut its vertical thrusters as its rubber tires hit the tarmac. Vivian strutted forward in a classy business suit that covered her up fully. Smart heels, a full length white pantsuit with matching jacket, a stylish black blouse that didn’t reveal any cleavage—though the extreme outline of her generous bust was still visible. Not much she could do about that.

There was no need to bring out the big guns yet. She’d size up Jacob Alton first. Besides, her long hair—fragrant, shimmering, and hypnotic—would be more than enough to get the job done. That one had happened overnight.

Vivian made her way toward the jet, one long leg placed directly in front of the other. Her runway catwalk wasn’t put on for effect—the natural sway of her wide hips and the sexy gait was yet another thing she’d picked up early in life when she’d decided that her simple, most basic movement should be enough to cause people to submit to her. And of course, the next day, she possessed the more irrepressibly sexy strut on earth.

The pilot drooled as Vivian made her approach. Sarah always knew that they had to train or hire a new pilot for Vivian. The old ones always got… used up.

He offered his hand as Vivian climbed into the plane. Vivian rejected it. She knew what her touch could do to people. And she had other plans for this poor little victim.

Vivian swung her long, long legs up into the passenger seat of the jet. Plenty of leg space, just as she’d trained Sarah to provide.

“Miss Valencia! It’s an honor to serve you!” the pilot started. “My name is…”

“I don’t care,” Vivian cut him off.

If he was put off by it, he didn’t show it. In fact, the sound of Vivian’s voice brought his organ to full attention immediately.

“Take me to… North Carolina, was it?” she asked.

“Nnng…” the pilot moaned as Vivian’s second sentence coursed through his body like wildfire. His erection was leaking and pulsing all on its own. “Yes… Raleigh it is…”

Vivian nodded and made a little sweeping gesture with her fingers. Any more words threatened to render him useless… though the sight of her index and middle digits swaying back and forth like that did not go any easier on him.

Struggling mightily, the pilot flipped some switches and began the take-off process. Dijkstra’s private jet rattled a bit before the state of the art thrusters lifted the machine straight into the air. Vivian watched with fascination as he expertly began to pilot the modern marvel.

Soon, they were carving through the air. The coast to coast trip would take only two hours, she was told.

As expected, the thing basically flew itself at this point. The pilot removed his headset and fidgeted with his hands near his crotch. He pretended to read some complex-looking panels and fiddle with them, but Vivian was far too experienced to fall for that.

“So, this thing will land itself?” she asked.

“Yes! Yes!” the pilot answered enthusiastically, grateful for a chance to look directly at her stunning green eyes instead of stealing glances. As soon as his gaze landed on those piercing irises and the light speckling of freckles across her porcelain cheeks, his heart skipped a few beats.

“Mm. Good job. How shall we pass the time?”

The pilot choked on his words. What he really wanted to do… no, he couldn’t say that. What about… no, still too forward. Maybe he should suggest playing cards?

“Want to touch my hair?” Vivian interrupted his swirling, confused thoughts with a flip of her long, lustrous hair. Their fragrance whipped him in the face, causing him to suck in a deep breath. Those luscious, thick strands pooled into a neat little nest in her lap. Vivian examined the back of her hand and perfectly manicured fingernails as she waited for his answer.

“Um… yes! That sounds nice!”

It was a strange offer. HIs first choice would have been to have sex. His second choice, sex. His third choice, maybe fondle her firm, grapefruit-sized breasts. But stroking Vivian’s hair would have to do. Maybe he could make it seem like an accident and accidentally steal a little grope…

“Well? Go ahead,” Vivian smirked smugly.

The pilot leaned over as her wonderfully floral scent suffused the enclosed area. Her sexuality was so oppressive, so suffocating all of a sudden! Every deep pheromone-saturated inhalation he took caused his body to buckle, his arms to clench and contort involuntarily.

“Hurry up. I’m getting bored,” Vivian announced to her tortured little victim. She flicked an imaginary speck of dust from the back of her hand. Not that she ever displayed the slightest imperfection on her perfect body.

The pilot groaned as he practically lunged the short distance to reach Vivian’s flaming mane. His bare skin made contact with her silken strands, per her strange request.

In that instant, the pilot lost all train of thought. It didn’t matter that her request was so strange. It didn’t matter that every breath he took aroused him more than he’d ever thought possible. It didn’t matter that he was sitting next to the most beautiful woman in the world as he tried to come up with some conniving plan to touch her boobs.

He was caught in the midst of the most powerful orgasm of his life. His rod was bursting torrent after torrent of seed, each spurt logic defyingly more powerful than the last. The violent twitching of his climaxing cockhead rubbing against the soaked groin of his underwear was almost painful—but he could feel no pain. Not while Vivian’s hair was touching him.

The feel of her silk tickling his skin, its incredible warmth that seemed to travel from the tips of his fingers, up his arm, then fired like a rocket straight into his groin… the incredible sensations as those long strands slithered up his arm and caressed his wrist…

He would spend the rest of his life orgasming to the memory of this very moment. Nothing else would suffice for him anymore. Vivian’s hair had completely ruined and re-wired him.

“Like it?” Vivian queried smugly, knowing that her little victim was incapable of answering. She flipped her hair, wafting more of her pheromones over him and bathing his limb with more of her silky perfection.

“Ghhhhhhh…” was the only sound that escaped his tightly wound body. He spasmed even harder as he involuntarily arched his back and bucked his hips, endless semen beginning to seep far beyond his groin and down his pant legs.

“Thanks baby. That was a first time for me! You could say I’m a virgin,” Vivian giggled. She reached into her lap and twirled the ends of her long hair with a finger, swishing it back and forth over his already pleasure-overfilled body.

“Feel free to steer the jet at any time now,” she smirked as she watched his contorted face, his lips drawn back and eyes squeezed tightly shut.

With a final shudder, his mind gave out. Sweet unconsciousness overtook him as the plane went to autopilot.

Vivian crossed her legs and pulled out a little pocket mirror to check her own appearance. It was flawless, of course. She spent the rest of the flight combing her fingers through her newest asset, laughing as she flicked it over her comatose partner in the seat over. He twitched and moaned every time. It was like shocking a puppet with electricity.

“Time to get Sarah to hire a new one for me,” she mused.

Chapter 3

Vivian took a few frustrated minutes trying to figure out how to open the jet’s cockpit. She finally managed it with a huge sigh of relief. The tiny enclosed area was awash with the reek of her nameless pilot’s semen, and she wanted out. She’d stopped teasing his limp body as soon as he’d begun leaking onto the floor, but apparently her effect was so powerful that the stupid pilot had continued to ejaculate for a few more minutes.

A private SUV-limo combination was waiting for her, painted black with the silvery Dijkstra logo on it. Vivian smoothed her outfit, put on a pair of sunglasses to hide her mesmeric eyes, and strutted over to it. When she reached the door of the backseat, she cleared her throat and tapped the toe of her right heel.

The stunned driver who had watched her advance snapped out of his stupor immediately. He ran to the door and bowed his head as he opened the door for her.

“Vi.. Vi… Valencia…” he muttered.

She stepped in wordlessly and closed the door herself. The driver crawled into the front seat and stared at her in the rearview mirror. Vivian closed the blackout compartment separating the front and the back. Getting killed in a car accident because she’d melted the driver did not sound like a fun way to go.

He drove her from the private airport 30 miles to the location where Jacob lived. Vivian’s luscious lip curled into a crooked smile when it hit her what a violation of privacy this was. She loved breaking rules and norms.

It was just about sunset when they’d arrived at the nondescript apartment complex that Jacob lived in. Two stories, ten rooms in a straight line with five above and five below. Probably studio apartments. Tiny square footage. A pool seemed to be their only amenity, and it looked like shit. Nothing like her personal olympic-sized affair that she didn’t even bother using, but got it maintained anyway. After all, anyone would leap at the chance to work for her.

The driver put the vehicle into park and quickly opened the door for his mistress. Vivian swung one leg out, then the next, brushing her fingers over his clothed arm.

“Wait here for me, okay?” her mellifluous voice graced his ears.

It was like a choir of angels singing directly into his brain. The mere presence of Vivian Valencia in the backseat of his cab, despite not seeing her, despite never hearing her, had blue balled him so hard that he ached. And this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

He came in his pants. And not subtly either. His face flushed red with embarrassment.

“Too easy!” Vivian laughed at him openly and left him to work it off.

She made her way up the open concrete staircase, not bothering with the dirty railing given her perfect poise. Jacob was at the very end of the row. Her heart began to flutter as she approached. This really was a first time experience for her. Was she really going to meet the one person who she couldn’t effortlessly seduce? The one person who wouldn’t come in his pants until he passed out? What was he like?

She tempered her nerves. It must just be some weirdo. Out of 6,000,000,000 people, was there truly one who could stand against her? No way.

Vivian rapped her dainty knuckles on door number 5. Noting the peephole, she backed up to let presumably-Jacob get a good view of her.

She heard footsteps approaching from the other side. Growing louder, getting closer. Then they stopped.

He must be looking through the peephole now. Vivian ran her thick, pink tongue over her glistening ruby red lips. The motion was completely innocent, but nothing she did ended up being innocent. She expected the familiar sounds of male orgasm to take place on the other side. Loud groaning, ragged breathing, a rattling against the door…

But none of that happened. A young, unkempt man, his thick brown hair going in every direction, greeted her.

“Yes? Are you with PackDraft? I ordered my booster box weeks ago…”

Vivian just stared as he continued to drone about… whatever the hell he was talking about. She would have cut him off, but usually her appearance handled that. As his nonsensical words continued to travel in one ear and out the other, Vivian gave her luscious locks a good whip, making sure that her perfume hit him squarely in the face. And brushed against his body as well.

“...really unacceptable and… hey! Woman, your hair is long! Geez!”

“What.” Vivian’s voice was flat.

“What do you mean, what? Haven’t you been listening to a word I said? God, you’re not even with PackDraft, are you? Can I help you? Are you lost?”

Vivian just stared. She took off her sunglasses, revealing her piercing emerald gaze. Not to seduce or overwhelm or anything. Just to make sure she was seeing things straight.

“Uh… okay… I’m going to go now,” Jacob announced after a minute of awkward silence. “If you need something, just knock… I guess…”

He closed the door on Vivian. He. Closed it. On her.

“Weird lady,” he muttered as he shuffled back inside.

It was a full five minutes before Vivian walked back down to meet her driver. She was so shaken that she had to go test her sexuality against the man she’d just caused to climax with nothing but her sing-song voice.

After brushing his cheek with her slender fingers, her designated driver passed out in the front seat of his cab, professing his undying love as he spurted himself silly.

“Oh hell,” Vivian said out loud, her voice knocking out her cabbie for good with one final spasm. She texted Sarah to send another one to her location.

Just what the hell was Jacob!?

No big deal. Vivian knew how to solve these sorts of conundrums. She just needed to be hotter.

Chapter 4

Vivian awoke in the penthouse suite of the nearest Sapphire Bliss hotel. They’d woken her with her morning call on time, and her breakfast would no doubt be delivered exactly five minutes after.

She wondered what would change about her today. Her desire for growth was always successful, but Vivian could never predict exactly what it was that would become irresistibly beautiful. It was easy at first. Brighter, piercing eyes. Perfect complexion. Larger breasts. Longer legs. Larger breasts. Healthier hair. Larger breasts. Larger breasts.

But when the obvious was finished (though the obvious larger breasts had gone bigger than even she’d expected), everything became more subtle. The sound of her voice. Her natural scent. Her erotic touch. Her exaggerated swagger. It was actually the only mystery left in her life, the mystery of how she would outdo herself next.

Well, one of only two mysteries now. The other was Jacob.

Vivian could hear the breakfast cart’s wheels rolling toward her door. She swung those long legs out of bed, noting that they didn’t look any lengthier. She examined her perfect toes and wiggled them. Nothing there either.

Dressed in some plain gray panties and a loose pajama top that displayed her dramatic underboobs and abdominal muscles, Vivian made her way toward the door of her exquisite, far too posh room. Before the caterer could see her, before he could even hear her voice, before he could even smell her, Vivian recognized the telltale signs of her dominating another victim.

She hadn’t even done anything.

In excitement, she ran the final few steps and opened the door. Quivering and shuddering on the floor was a she, not he.

“Quick, tell me what made you come,” Vivian stated with authority.

“I… heard… your footsteps…” the uniformed female hotel worker moaned in disbelief at the impossible cause of the greatest sexual thrill during her 40 years of life experience.

“Ha! Cool!” Vivian smirked. “About damn time I got a good one,” she said out loud to herself. Not that there were any bad ones, really.

“Your… breakfast…” the woman whimpered through her orgasmic contractions.

“Thanks!” Vivian declared brightly.

She wheeled the cart in and left the convulsing woman outside of her door. Focusing on her footsteps, she made sure that they sounded extra seductive, as ridiculous as that seemed.

The woman on the other side bellowed out in pure pleasure.

Vivian snickered.

She opened the silver coverings to reveal some beautifully poached eggs, some subtle and sublime hollandaise sauce, and handmade English muffins. None of that grocery store prepackaged shit. With a long letter and a rose from the chef.

Vivian swept the letter onto the floor and tore into her meal without any understanding or appreciation of the kind of effort that was put into it. Who cared? Anyone else would have gone to the same lengths for her.

Besides Jacob, that is.

After breakfast, Vivian had Sapphire Bliss hail her a cab. She put on a little black dress that showcased as much of her flesh at her unbeatable best. They barely covered her crotch; a strategic choice, considering how well she’d hidden that from the world’s eye. The tantalizing thought of being able to sneak a peek at Vivian’s absurdly beautiful snatch was just too delicious to ignore.

And besides that, her piercing gaze, her thick, dark lashes, her long, toned arms and the massive swell of her chest… Jacob was going to get so fucked.

Maybe that was it. Maybe sight wasn’t his thing. Nor smell, she supposed. Or her voice… shit. What good was her sexy footsteps going to do if she’d already spoken to him?

No. This was silly. She hadn’t ever unleashed this much of her sexuality on anyone. Jacob would probably die when she slammed him with her full seductive prowess. It would serve him right.

She completed the ensemble by putting on a large poncho and some baggy track pants. Yes, she was still the sexiest poncho bag alive, capable of bringing people to their knees. But when dressed to kill, she had to mellow it out somehow.

A balloon-shaped Vivian made her way outside the grand entrance of the hotel and hopped in her cab. Sunday today. Jacob should be at his place all day, sources told.

As she rode in the finest cab Sapphire Bliss had to offer, her mind raced for the first time in her life. Maybe Jacob was like her. Growing sexier, able to seduce… no, what was Vivian thinking? Of course he wasn’t like her! It’s not like she creamed herself at the sight of his disheveled hair or his sloppy clothing! And if he were, then certainly he’d be the second most famous person on earth. Besides herself, of course.

What did he look like again? He was tall. Taller than herself, actually. And standing at 5’11, she was already on par with a lot of men. He was also skinny, but not unhealthily so. Skin on the fair side. His bedhead was kind of endearing, now that she thought about it. What color were his eyes again?

Nice long torso on the guy. Cute face, actually. And apparently liked to talk.

Vivian gasped. Maybe he really did have some kind of handsomeness gift! When was the last time she’d ever recreated someone in her mind’s eye to this degree! She had to admit, the thought of locking elbows with him to go out on a date had a certain kind of appeal. Someone she didn’t render unconscious in a second flat, someone taller than her who could stand up to her beauty…

At that moment, it became clear. Vivian wanted him to be her boyfriend. And she… she wanted… she wanted to lose her virginity to him! She had long thought sex to be an impossibility, not that that was any great loss considering she could come just from looking at herself for a concentrated period of time if she so chose. And she was pretty sure it felt even better than the pornstars who were paid to fake it. But to experience the real thing…

“Miss Valencia, we’re here.”

Her cabbie’s voice broke her out of her self revelation.

“Call me another cab,” she ordered her driver.

“But why…?”

“Do it,” Vivian insisted, a bit upset that he’d actually questioned her.

After he’d phoned another one, Vivian promptly took off her baggy nylon outerwear.

The sight of her enormous pillowy flesh pressing against each other in that little black number seared into her cabbie’s mind. He wanted to bury his face in those soft, warm folds. He wanted to thrust his dick in between them and ejaculate all over her perfect body. He wanted to… he just wanted to look at them for the rest of his life as he jetted his soul out the throbbing tip of his unrelenting erection.

The cabbie shuddered in his seat, bouncing up and down against the backrest as his body tried to keep up with the arousal she’d induced in him. But it was never enough.

He cried out as his loins burnt hot as lava. His eruptions never ceased as he imagined those breasts jiggling and pressing, those nipples clearly tenting the fabric of her black silky dress. His head was flapping sloppily now as his torso bent forward, and still he was ejaculating into his pants.

Finally, he passed out. His forehead was buried against the car horn, squawking obnoxiously.

Vivian opened the driver side door and pushed his head off of the steering wheel.

“Idiot,” she spat. Her touch sent him into conniptions again.

Standing outside the car, Vivian ripped off her track pants like a stripper. They were buttoned all the way down the sides for easy removal. Her black heels put her a tad over six feet. Six feet of all woman, pure sex, cum-inducing flesh.

Her footsteps clacked as she walked up the stairs and made her way toward Jacob’s apartment. She laughed as the people in the neighboring apartments collapsed in climax from the sound of her walk. Jacob really was going to be so fucked. Or maybe Jacob would actually be able to fuck her. The thought made her nipples even more erect than usual. They tingled with wonderful erotic sensation as those swelling nubs rubbed against her sparkly dress. Her long hair swished along her backside, ready to deploy like an erotic whip at her command.

She knocked on his door. Door number 5. Maybe her knocks should have been orgasm-worthy too. Maybe tomorrow.

Jacob opened the door. Vivian smiled brightly, hip cocked, one fist resting against it. There was no way. No way. No… fucking… way he could withstand this.

“You again?” he asked. “You came by yesterday, right? Except you weren’t so dressed up. I’ve never met a woman with boobs as huge as yours, so I remember.”

For the second time in as many days, Vivian was gobsmacked. Speechless.

He’d processed her perfectly perky, grapefruit-sized breasts the first time. Now, he was seeing well over 40% of her man (and woman) melting flesh. And he just… acknowledged it? Like it was nothing!?

“I told you you could come back if you needed something, but I meant like… in that moment, you know? I’m really busy here, okay? Could you, like, stop harassing me? Or whatever this is?”

“Wha… wait!” Vivian stomped her feet in frustration, hoping to unleash her newest power on him.

The entire bottom floor groaned so loudly that even they could hear it.

But Jacob just raised his eyebrow as he watched this tall, buxom woman throw a child’s tantrum.

“Yeah… okay… I’m gonna go now. Don’t, uh, I don’t know how to say this politely. Could you just, not, I dunno, interrupt me if you don’t want anything? I guess that’s the nicest way for me to say it.”

He closed the door on her again.

Blue. His eyes were blue. Beautiful, bright blue.

Vivian’s heart raced.

She just needed to be hotter. Hotter. Then, she would have Jacob.

The sexy seductress walked back down the steps, detonating everyone within earshot again. Her second cab was waiting for her. She waited at the backseat door for the driver to open it.

There was no movement.

“Uh, helloooo?” she knocked on the window.

It was no good. He was spasming violently.

“Oh hell,” Vivian murmured as she realized she was still dressed to kill.

Chapter 5

Vivian awoke in her penthouse suite in the Sapphire Bliss the next morning. Her feet felt a little chilly… had the hotel staff screwed up the temperature in her room? Or not given her enough bedding? They’d lose their jobs over this! Vivian would ask them to hand over the deeds to the hotel, and there was no way they’d say no.

Wiggling her toes, she realized that her feet were dangling off the edge of her bed! She quickly turned her head left and right, confirming that she was indeed lying on the pillows at the headboard. She must have… she must have gotten taller!

She admired her pretty feet for a moment before swinging herself to a seated position. Her hair was still wonderfully curly, still completely devoid of tangles as all three feet of it flowed behind her like a synchronized symphony. With a languid stretch, Vivian slipped her feet into some fuzzy slippers and stood up for the first time with her latest transformation.

Holy lord, she was long!

She was leggy before, but this was something else! Miles of succulent female flesh greeted her as she extended one long stem in front of her after the other. After all, her enormous breasts blocked most of her downward view. Actually, more so than usual. It’d been years since she’d gained more in her bosom.

Vivian smiled wickedly. The change was most welcome.

Maybe this was the key. Maybe she needed to be taller than Jacob to smack him silly with lust. Now she could just walk her breasts into his face and suffocate him in her sweet scent. Maybe brush her new, longer, thicker thigh against his side, intertwine a leg between his, wrap them around his waist like a sexy snake and crush his manhood into oblivion as he fucking nutted his brains out for her…

Vivian gasped. She was really getting horny just from thinking about Jacob. And she wasn’t even checking herself out in a mirror!

The newer, taller Vivian climbed out of bed, reorienting herself to her new vantage point. She chuckled as she approached the door, noting that she’d have to duck under the frame to get out.

A timid knock on the door greeted her. Feeling like testing her new beauty, Vivian remained perfectly silent and swung it open.

The servant, a male this time, witnessed the most majestic, longest drink of female sensuality he’d ever experienced. Beautifully painted black toenails, glossy and reflective that wiggled seductively, small dainty feet flowing through smooth ankles into acre after acre after acre of Vivian’s endless legs… perfectly polished, beautifully pale and rosy with no hint of hair along her smooth lines of lengthy female muscles swelling upward into Vivian’s thick creamy thighs that widened out to her insanely alluring hips…

And those throwaway gray boxer shorts that just barely covered her never-seen before femininity…

He fell onto his haunches, kneeling. Ejaculating. Rope after rope after rope of cum, spurting from his hyper-engorged organ as he lost control of his body. All he could do was come as his gaze never left her calves. His heart thudded in his chest as it struggled to continue orgasming to the sight of Vivian’s legs.

“Uh, you’re in my way,” Vivian chided. “How am I going to get my breakfast with you in the doorway?”

Vivan leaned down, bringing her pendant breasts into view. She watched as her caterer experienced near-death as he screamed himself hoarse in pleasure.

When his voice finally gave out, Vivian was surprised by the sounds of more orgasmic moaning off in the distance. She was pretty sure that nobody else could get a glimpse or a whiff of her. Poking her head out the door, she peeked around the corner. Sure enough, a husband and wife couple were in the midst of orgasm. Their luggage was on a moving cart, and they were fully clothed.

“Hey, you two! What’s going on?” Vivian shouted down the hall.

The husband passed out with another explosive climax. The female barely held on.

“I saw… him… coming… and I knew only you could make him feel so good that I… I…” Drool traced down the edge of her lip. Vivian knew from experience she was beyond the breaking point now. It was so easy to make women gay.

Vivian rushed back to her room’s phone and ordered them to bring her a towel. And quickly!

Within 30 seconds, another hotel staff exited the elevator, caught sight of the husband and wife pair soaking their clothes with their own sexual fluid, and she too collapsed in orgasm. All while Vivian waited patiently in her room.

As Vivian exited the hotel lobby, wrapping up as much of her new taller self as possible, she warned the hotel receptionists not to send anyone up to her floor for the next two hours. It wouldn’t do for her to start a Vivian induced orgasm pandemic.

But that did sound like something she’d want to play with in the future…

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Vivian’s new personal driver dropped her off at a small game store in Raleigh around noon. Her contacts in law enforcement (which she had forged just an hour ago with a phone call) had turned over Jacob’s personal tax information immediately. Just a step further, and she got his working hours.

The orgasm-inducing redheaded goddess had picked up a tailored suit that once again covered all of her luscious flesh. And there was just so much more of her now. Vivian loved towering over the crowd, witnessing from above all of her little puppet bystanders as they fell head over heels in love with her. But this pandemic orgasm thing was kind of a pain, really! She wanted to fucking wreck her driver today by gently blowing in his ear just for fun, but the resulting inevitable traffic pileup seemed awfully dangerous. And if she actually caused a commotion with a single person in a public street, well…

So she remained demure and did her best to downplay her sensuality to just below orgasmic levels. The crowd of people parted for her like the Red Sea, and she strode her way to the CardStop where her first ever infatuation worked.

Stepping inside, she took off her sunglasses and scanned the store. It was easy to immediately pinpoint Jacob. Again, it wasn’t like Vivian had any superpowers. No, it was that Jacob was the only one seated who hadn’t immediately stopped speaking and stared at her like a begging puppy. He was holding a few beautifully printed cards that shifted with the light, his brows furrowed in deep thought.

“It’s… Vivian…” one of the customers said breathlessly.

“No, Vivian’s not that tall…” another one whispered while never taking her eyes off of the towering goddess of beauty and lust.

Vivian quickly texted Sarah her location and ordered some blackout curtains to be installed. Asap.

She sauntered over to the counter where an employee was paralyzed with lust. Grabbing a pen and a nearby piece of paper, Vivian scribbled her orders on a piece of paper. That action didn’t cause any unwanted orgasms. …Yet. Maybe Vivian needed to be hotter.

Still, one thing at a time. Soon the curtain installers arrived and began hanging the poles and hooks for the heavy black fabric. The store employees and manager closed shop for the day.

“Hey! Sorry, I’m ready!” Jacob declared. “I’ll tap four Useless Hoops to cast Hurry Up and Wait… uh?”

“Excuse me,” Vivian pushed away the guy sitting opposite Jacob and occupied that space, scooting the chair back and crossing her long legs ostentatiously.

Her victim crashed to the floor, on the verge of orgasm from Vivian’s shove.

“Hey. HEY! Do your best for me and hang on, okay?” Vivian requested the nearly broken gamer lying in a quivering heap on the dirty floor.

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tried to comply against the impossible torrent of roiling seed in his testicles. Vivian knew the orgasm was inevitable, but at least she could make him delay it.

“Y-you again!? Holy shit, you’re so tall now!” Jacob stated matter-of-factly.

Vivian tossed her hair back with both hands. It seemed to move in slow motion as it fanned out wide and proud, every fragrant, lustrous strand dancing in perfect choreography before it spilled over the back of her chair, stopping an inch above the floor.

Jacob whistled in appreciation. Everyone else in the intimate, dark room just moaned.

“Hey, stop rubbing your crotch!” she ordered the useless puppet she’d shoved to the ground. “ALL OF YOU!” Vivian swung her head around and addressed everyone. The sight of her hair whipping like that almost caused them to defy her command, albeit not of their own choice.

“You’re crazy! What do you want!” Jacob yelled. “You just interrupted my game!”

“No, you’re the crazy one. I can’t believe you can just sit there and look at me, listen to me, without, without… I mean I’m right here, for god’s sake!” Vivian outlined the extreme contour of her body with her perfect hands and fingers.

“Yeah you’re like crazy hot. So what? I just figured out how to break Peter’s board, and you ruined everything!”

“His what?”

“Oh hell!” Jacob threw his hand onto the table and got up to pace angrily. His matte card sleeves slid across the table and stopped when it bumped into Vivian’s protruding breasts.

Everyone stared at the odd pair in the middle of the room, their attention wholly captivated on Vivian and her strange interest in this employee and card game enthusiast.

“What is this? Pretty art of a girl. Not as pretty as me, but you know.” Vivian picked up the rectangle and tilted it back and forth. Even in the relative darkness, she could see the light shining off the holographic material. “This is a game?” she asked genuinely.

“Yeah. Don’t you know anything?”

Vivian winced. Why would she know anything about that? She uncrossed her legs, emphasizing their luscious length once more and strolled over to Jacob. Taking him by surprise, she wrapped her arms around and and swallowed his head from behind with her sexy-beyond-reason breasts.

“Hey! What are you…”

Jacob broke out of her warm embrace, looking no worse for wear.

“Oh. Right,” Vivian uttered. Anyone else would have orgasmed until heart failure, but Jacob was Jacob. She wanted him even more. “So you like this game?”

“It’s… alright. I’m trying to make my own.” Jacob ruffled his hair back into its natural, messy state. “Bureaucratic has balance and gameplay issues. But it’s hard to fund an independent game, and even harder to get insightful playtesters.”

A light bulb went off in Vivian’s perfect head.

“Come with me to California. I’ll get people to play your game.”

“What? I can’t just… move!” Jacob protested. “My life is here!”

“Come on, Jacob. I live in the largest mansion you’ve ever seen. I’ll schedule a private jet to take us there. You’ll get the best food, all the clothes you want, anything. I’ll just ask people to do it for you.”

“What!? No! You’re a crazy stalker!”

“Well if you won’t move to my mansion in California, I want to move in with you.”

“What!? My place is a dump!”

“And?”

“If you really live in a mansion like you claim, there’s no way you’d want to live where I live!”

“I’ll pay the rent,” she offered.

“It’s not about the…” Jacob paused. He got a sudden idea to get this devilish woman away from him. “Fine. You can pay my rent. It’s one million dollars. A month.”

“That it? I’ll pay triple that. Money is nothing to me. Everyone else just gives me what I want when I ask,” she fluttered her eyelashes at him as she appreciated just how unique Jacob was.

“Arrrgh! You’re so infuriating! Do you ever take no for an answer?!” Jacob rubbed the bridge of his nose. He tried a different tack. “You’ve seen my place! I don’t have room!”

“Then I’ll be your neighbor. We can spend all our time together when we’re not sleeping.” Or fucking, Vivian thought to herself.

“They’re already occupied! You can’t just… move in!”

“Wanna bet?”

Jacob looked at his writhing friends and customers.

“Well?” Vivian dared him to accept. Before he could respond, Vivian strolled over to the one she’d afflicted the worst with a little shove. She leaned over, placed a finger over his dry, huffing lips as her fragrant hair spilled over his face.

His long nearly-bursting balls finally got the relief they’d been seeking for the last ten minutes. The nuclear pressure that had welled up in his privates finally exploded forth. The pleasure turned to pain as he continued to spurt beyond his limits.

His orgasm triggered a chain of orgasms, radiating outward with Vivian’s first target serving as the epicenter. Everyone fell over in concentric rings, chaining one orgasm after the other. And to magnify it even further, everyone who experienced Vivian’s mind-warping pleasure became their own epicenter, radiating Vivian’s loveliness outward, stacking on top of each other and multiplying her effect over and over.

The entire store was now incapacitated. Just because Vivian’s hair brushed one person’s face.

“Guh… okay, look. I’ll… go on a date with you, okay?” Jacob gave in.

Vivian’s eyes bulged. She nearly jumped for joy.

“BUT! You have to put my friends back to normal! Who’s going to play Bureaucratic: The Blathering with me otherwise?!”

“Okay. Deal!!” Vivian squealed with delight. Was this what it was like to confess to a crush and have them reciprocate?! It was wonderful!

“Well?” Jacob asked.

“Well what?”

“Are you going to put them back? They’re all still moaning for you, I think.”

“Oh. That’ll have to wait for tomorrow. Probably. I mean, uh, no guarantee I can do it. Maybe two days? I don’t know. Give me a while. I’ll try my best, I swear.” For once in her life Vivian was uncertain.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jacob raised an eyebrow.

“It’s hard to explain. I have to get hotter. Sort of. These things take time, okay?”

“Um… okay then. I’m gonna go.” Jacob headed for the exit.

“Actually, you need to stay with me for a little bit. I’m not trying to pull something on you, promise. We need to wait for everyone to stop orgasming. Or else…”

Jacob looked at her in disbelief, but the fifty-odd people still bucking unconsciously in their dreams with her name on their lips was proof enough. The floor had become sticky with everyone’s juices.

He sighed and sat down at a folding table, breathing in the heavy stench of sex in the air. An overjoyed Vivian pulled up a chair next to him and rubbed her all-sexuality-conquering body against him affectionately as she pressed her rosy cheek against his.

Meanwhile, Jacob had one last desperate attempt to try…

Chapter 6

Vivian awoke and climbed out of bed with a leap so high, her head nearly hit the ceiling. She was going to go on a date! With Jacob! Hopefully getting hotter hotter hotter overnight had meant being able to “put his friends back,” she mocked his deep voice in her mind as she mouthed the words and rolled her eyes.

Vivian’s outward appearance certainly hadn’t changed. Her scent was still an orgasm distilled, her voice a seductive purr that could turn gay men straight and straight women gay. Her footfalls still shattered anyone within earshot. Beautiful hands, elegantly long limbs, and the most exaggerated hourglass figure known to man only outdone by her massive bust. Just the same old mind-bending Vivian as yesterday. But something was definitely different. This felt like the biggest change yet! She just had to figure it out.

Her morning order of freshly squeezed orange juice arrived just on time. She opened the door, once again stunning whoever her lucky victim was with all 6’4” of her transcendent beauty.

As her speechless victim took the full second to process Vivian’s magnificence right before having all the strength drain from her body for the sake of mega-cums, Vivian felt it. That something different. The redhead was tugged by a compulsion to…

“Hey. Don’t orgasm yet, okay? You need my permission.”

The female caterer’s lust-arrested groan re-arrested. Her body was frozen, legs and arms clenched, eyes wide with fear as the extreme erotic sensation coursed through her twitching, moist nether lips, her fingers and toes tingling with so much electricity that she could hardly bear it!

“Mmm! Mmm!” she moaned in panic. She wanted to come so badly, her jaw was clenched shut!

“Ooh!” Vivian purred, really testing herself. All of her victims were generally catatonic by now, but this little hotel servant was still standing! Kind of. That little coo of pleasure that emitted from Vivian’s perfect mouth would also have really put the orgasmic screws in, but her toy just trembled even harder.

“Take it easy, now. Hey, have you ever played a card game before?”

“Mm! Mm! Mmm!”

“Calm down and answer me. And maybe I’ll let you come, cutie!”

“Gaaaahh…” she exhaled with a deep breath as her pussy burned with searing heat. “I… play… Go Fish…” the poor woman muttered.

“Hmm. I don’t think Jacob would find that useful. Okay, do you want to come?”

“Yes yes yes yes! Pleeeaaaaaaaase Vivian!”

“Follow me.”

Vivian led her short little toy on an invisible leash, making sure to fluff her long red curls to really smother the woman with her irresistible pheromonic scent. They walked to the next room where Vivian knocked on the door with her delicate knuckles. Even her knuckles were sexy.

She ordered the hotel maid to stand in front of the door with a simple gesture of her finger. The obedient little denied girl scampered over, rubbing her thighs together to try and unlock the gates of her release. But all she got was another flare up of unquenchable pleasure as she looked at Vivian’s smug and amused expression.

“Hurry up!” Vivian ordered.

The maid whined and obeyed.

As soon as the employee was standing in front of the other guest’s door, Vivian leaned down to place her lips next to the quivering woman’s ear.

“You may come now.”

Vivian walked away as her little maid nearly exploded with pleasure, turning her into an orgasm bomb just as the guest door opened up…

She ducked into the elevator and warned the receptionists not to send anyone up to her floor for the rest of the day again. And also gave them a sexually crippling wink of her glittering green eyes while denying their orgasms too. They had the most difficult workday—and evening!—of their lives.

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Vivian slid her way out of the cab, getting used to occupying the entire back seat with her newfound height. So distracted was she by the sight of a muscled blonde superheroine flying above Jacob’s apartment that she didn’t even remember to detonate or deny her fortunate (or maybe unfortunate) driver.

“Oh my god! You’re Power Woman!” Vivian exclaimed loudly as she waved toward the sky, giddy like a schoolgirl. She hadn’t felt this way since… well… ever!

“You’re… Vivi… wooooow…” Power Girl stammered breathlessly while she floated in the air.down to meet her fan. And she didn’t even need to breathe!

“You’re so cool! The way you lifted stopped that truck from falling off a mountain road last year! I wish I could do that! Was it hard!? It looked so heavy!”

“No, it was… easy. I’m Power Woman, after all!” The blonde superwoman was slowly regaining her confidence and mental capacity in the face of this vixen’s innocent fangirling.

“Soooooooo cool!” Vivian reiterated as she walked up the staircase to Jacob’s apartment. “Hey, are you on PicNow?”

“Yes, of course I am! I follow you too! I’m @RealAlexisMarsha!” Power Woman admitted while she floated on open air opposite the railing. Then, she gasped in shock. She’d never given away her identity to anyone! Vivian had just asked a question and Alexis just… she just… what the fuck! She couldn’t control herself at all!

“Nice. Nice nice nice. I’m following you back now.” Vivian swiped and tapped her phone a few times. “Everyone’s gonna be sooooo jealous when they see that you’re the first person I’m following!” Vivian giggled.

“No wait! Don’t… don’t draw attention to me…” Power Woman flailed her arms nervously, looking like a cartoon character trying not to fall out of the sky.

But it was too late. Vivian had already done it. And everyone clinged to her every action, as Power Woman herself knew all too well.

“Aw, why not? You deserve it! Hey, what are you doing here anyway?”

“Oh, I’m just answering the call of a beleaguered civilian. There hasn’t been ,uch crime ever since you became… well…” Power Woman stammered. The thought of Vivian’s glorious body and the effect of her profound beauty began to dominate even the alien superheroine’s bodily functions again.

Vivian chuckled, too busy enjoying Power Woman’s company to notice what was happening. “Sorry for the lack of work! Ha!”

“Ahem. Yes! So I’m kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel here. Jacob Alton’s been the only distress call in months. Something about a female stalker. Honestly, I didn’t believe it. Not that there’s anything wrong with him that I can see. Just… why would anyone be stalking him and not you?”

Vivian’s eyes narrowed.

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Jacob jogged back from the small local park after he’d idled there for an unbearably tense hour. Had Power Woman done it? Had she put Vivian in her place? He didn’t see her flying high in the sky near his apartment… was it finally over? Why was there still a cab sitting outside his apartment complex?

With trepidation, he climbed the staircase and made his way down to his fifth, nondescript door. His hands shook as he inserted his key.

The broken locking mechanism tumbled inside of his house. It had been utterly crushed into a useless pile of metal.

Jacob pushed the door open, only to find Vivian sitting on his bed with her long legs extended onto the floor. Her fashionable, sleeveless, light purple crew neck was neatly folded and laid out on his chair. Her right breast with its impossible fullness and magnificent pop, all crowned with a mouth-watering nipple was on full display. And on her left…

On her left was a nude, floating Power Woman, hovering parallel to the floor. Her legs were twitching powerfully, her pussy a gushing geyser of souped up alien super-libido.

Jacob couldn’t see clearly through Power Woman’s body or her arms and hands that were desperately clutching at Vivian’s other breast since he didn’t have x-ray vision, but it was a safe bet that Power Woman’s lips were wrapped around Vivian’s left nipple. Earth’s mightiest superheroine was audibly gulping.

“Jacob! You’re late for our date!”

“Vivian!? That’s… that’s Power Woman!”

“God, you say the dumbest things sometimes. Of course it’s Power Woman! Who else can fly like this? Ow, damn girl! You suck like a vacuum! Be gentler or I won’t let you drink anymore,” she lectured the strongest being known to man as she slapped her blonde head.

Power Woman immediately softened as she continued to slurp. The thought of not being attached to Vivian was unbearable.

Her super legs continued to spasm as her canals continued to flood Jacob’s apartment with her musky scent.

“You… I… shoot, I’m sorry…” For the first time, Jacob was terrified. If Vivian ordered Power Woman to beat him up or hold him down, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

“Sorry for what, baby? I figured it all out! That was so sweet of you to call her!”

“Wha?”

“You knew I was a fan of Power Woman! That’s why you got her here, didn’t you? But you had to use false pretenses. Oh my god, is this what it’s like to get a really thoughtful gift!? Without having to order someone to do it for me?!”

“I, um… yeah!” Jacob went with it. “I… hope you like it?”

“God, she has so much stamina! I’ve been feeding her for an hour straight and she still hasn’t passed out! But I wanna go on our date!”

“I didn’t know anyone could lactate for an hour straight…” Jacob commented.

“Just happened this morning. Told you it was complicated.”

“I see,” Jacob nodded.

He did not see.

“Are you close to done soon, baby?” Vivian cooed to Power Woman. Her voice caused Power Woman to vibrate like a taut spring in midair.

Amidst all of her gushing and drinking, Power Woman found the ability to shake her head furiously as she continued to suck at Vivian’s thick nub.

“Sheesh, she’s tough,” Vivian said. “Hang on, I’m sure I can get her though. Alexis dearie, please get off my breast and float in front of me. I’ll let you drink more later. I promise.”

“Her name is Alexis?” Jacob asked, watching the supernatural scene unfold before with a stiff erection in his pants. “How’d you find that out?”

“I just asked her and she told me.”

“Huh. Seems like a bad habit.”

Vivian shrugged, causing her massive breasts to jiggle lasciviously. Her rippling flesh and bouncing nipples wobbled ever so slightly before coming to rest, looking as perky as ever. One of them glistened with Power Woman’s saliva and Vivian’s apparently irresistible, addictive, sweet milk.

“Let me see…”

Vivian walked around Power Woman and regarded her clinically as the hovering blonde heroine whimpered.

Without ceremony, Vivian reached for Power Woman’s pubic mound. She traced her fingers through the alien’s soft, blonde bush before stroking Power Woman’s petals.

“OH my GODDDDDD!” Power Woman screeched loud enough to force both Vivian and Jacob to cover their ears.

“Hey! Take it easy! Or I won’t let you come! You know I can do that now? Drive you to the edge of orgasm and just hold you there forever by asking you? So if you want me to keep touching you… if you ever want to suck on my beautiful tit again, you better not hurt us!”

Power Woman, still in the throes of orgasm, lowered her voice to a shuddering whimper as tears of pleasure and obedience rolled down her cheeks.

“Okay, now…”

Vivian aligned her thumb and middle finger with Power Woman’s labia. Spreading those folds, she began to rub the tip of her index against the hour-long orgasmic superwoman’s impressively large clit.

She would have wailed like a banshee had she been allowed to. But she wanted to drink Vivian’s milk so desperately. So she just bit her super lip and continued to moan.

“Sheesh! She’s still conscious! I’ve never actually had to try this before,” Vivian stated, as if she were a failure for not incapacitating Power Woman already. “I’ve learned so many things this week, all thanks to you, Jacob!”

“Umm… you’re welcome?” He was unbearably hard now. If Vivian came at him, he might not even turn her down.

“Ugh…” Vivian groused as she continued to deliver heavenly pleasure through Power Woman’s shackled body.

“Maybe try her breast?” Jacob offered.

“Oh, good idea!”

Vivian tugged at Power Woman until she was lying horizontally in midair as if on an examination table. With one hand still gently pressing against the floating woman’s clit, she reached for the woman’s modest breast with the other, pinching and tugging the blonde’s invulnerable brown nubs.

“OHHHHhhhhhh…” she began to scream, but quickly lowered it to a hiss.

“Anything else?” Vivian looked at Jacob as she idly continued to break the heroine. Her fingers sent unimaginable mortal-breaking streams of pleasure through Power Woman’s chocolate nipples and long since overworked clit.

“Maybe let her try your milk now,” Jacob said with drool leaking out the corner of his mouth. This was fucking hot.

Without warning, Vivian fired a thin stream of dense, white cream that splashed directly into Power Woman’s gaping mouth.

As soon as that ambrosia hit Power Woman’s tongue, she collapsed like a stone, drenched in her own sexual juices that had accumulated into a large puddle on the floor.

“Wow Jacob! Fuck! You’re really good at this!!” Vivian complimented him earnestly.

“Is… is she alive!?”

“Probably. I doubt I could kill Alexis. She’s Power Woman. Like, duh?”

They both looked at the slightly twitching heap on the floor. Then they looked at each other.

“Okay, okay, I’ll check,” Vivian ceded.

She got on her knees and swept her long hair to a side. The ends of her silky strands grazed over Power Woman’s nude body with a feathery light caress, and Power Woman’s eyes shot open before slamming shut again as she fired another gush of pussy juice, strong enough to blast a hole in Jacob’s wooden floor.

“Ha! Guess she is!” Vivian laughed. “Come for me, you useless alien!” Vivian’s laugh grew into a cackle as she pinched her nipple, splattering her milk all over Alexis’s face.

Jacob groaned.

“Oh Jacob! Have I made you hard!?” Vivian’s hypnotic eyes twinkled.

Jacob gulped.

Chapter 7

“Oh Jacob, Jacob. You poor boy. What’s wrong? Are you finally going to succumb to me? You put up a good fight, you know. Can you imagine? What if you heard my approaching you like some sort of sexual predator. My pretty feet softly tapping against the floor. You’d come yourself silly!

“Or what if you got a glimpse of my perfect body, hmm? What if I asked you to get on your knees and fucking jizz your soul out your dick. It’s delicious, isn’t it? Everything about me is delicious.

“Especially this…” Vivian pinched a nipple, letting a beautiful glistening stream of milk leak down her enormous titflesh.

“You’re mine, little Jacob. Broken, just like everyone else…” Vivian purred.

“What the hell are you talking about, woman!?” Jacob shot back, so easily breaking the spell that Vivian thought she’d cast over him.

“I… um…” Vivian blushed furiously. She was… she was embarrassed!

“I just watched the most beautiful woman in the world have lesbian sex with the most powerful woman in the world! Of course I’m hard! God, that was sexy as fuck!”

“Jacob? You mean it? You really mean it? You think I’m sexy?” Vivian was suddenly a little girl again, experiencing genuine male affection for the first time in her life. She traced her toes over the floor nervously as she coquettishly tucked her arms into her body as if to shield herself from any possible letdown.

“What kind of question is it? I mean, have you even looked at yourself!? Of course you’re sexy!”

“Does that mean you wanna fuck me? Jacob, can we? Can we fuck? I wanna fuck you so badly!” All pretense of being an orgasmic femme fatale had suddenly been stripped away by his unique reactions.

“Ugh… soon. I feel like I’m on the verge of a breakthrough. And you’re still a weird stalker.”

Vivian almost collapsed. Is this what it was like to be blue balled like she did to other people? It hurt so good! But she also wished she weren’t in this predicament! Her brain tried to reconcile the two and failed.

She sighed and gave in. Slipping her top back on, she tried to strike up a conversation.

“So what’s this big breakthrough?” she asked.

“I’m working on my own card game. Other games have so many balance issues. Random stuff is way too powerful for no reason that I can see. And then everyone plays the powerful stuff. All the other cards are just like total fodder. It’s boring.”

“It doesn’t sound boring to me,” Vivian commented, finding the subject rather relatable. “I mean, you got rock hard watching me mindfuck this…” she waved her arm casually over Power Woman like she was nothing, “into total submission. And you already know what I did to your friends. Being powerful and being able to get whatever I want is fun.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Can you put them back yet?”

“Probably.” She left it vague, not particularly wanting to deal with, what did Jacob call it? Fodder.

“Okay, well, it’s not good design, okay? This is how card games die. But people say my stuff is too flat. Too even. They said there’s not enough of a difference between my cards. Too balanced.”

Vivian furrowed her brow. What was it once that that one teacher was saying? Something about payoffs.

“Payoffs?” she vocalized accidentally.

“What?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking out loud, I guess.”

“No, no. What did you say?”

“Payoffs.”

“And before that? About being able to get whatever you want?”

“I… sorry, Jacob. I know, I don’t really work on you for some reason. I’ll knock it off.”

“No, no! Say it! What was it?” He was sweating with excitement.

“What, being able to get whatever I want is fun?”

The gears were churning in his head.

“That’s it! I need to keep the overpowered stuff… but it has to be a payoff! We’ll balance the fun by making it really difficult to achieve! So, players can play this stuff, but it’s really hard to achieve. And when they do… bam!”

Vivian gasped. Just like Jacob had so eloquently put, this recent adventure of hers had been quite a thrill. And all because it was difficult. A break from the routine.

“Jacob! Oh wow, you’re so right!”

“Vivian! Oh fuck, you turned me on so much. Fuck fuck fuck. I’m never this direct, but I need you right now!”

“Oh Jacob, I thought you’d never ask!”

Chapter 8

“Can… can you guide me?” the over six-foot tall topless goddess asked shyly as the two stood face to face.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Jacob laughed nonchalantly, even standing before the fiery redhead who could turn people into orgasm bombs.

“Nobody ever lasts this long with me. I’ve never… never even had a conversation before. Not with another thinking mind.”

“That’s wild. Would you give up all of that…” Jacob gestured at the bowling-ball sized melons on her chest, “...to be able to just live normally?”

“No,” Vivian spoke with finality. “I like the way I am. You can touch them, you know.”

She pressed his hands against her soft orbs, digging them deep into her swallowing flesh. SHe hoped he would stain his underwear, but no good.

“God, you’re huge,” he whispered in awe.

Vivian had one more trick up her sleeve. Her most treasured secret. Something she’d never shown anyone.

In one fluid motion, she pulled her plain gray boxer shorts off her wide hips.

Vivian’s pubic mound was completely bare. Smooth, silky, satin skin. Just like the rest of her. Her labia seemed to pulse, throbbing back and forth, sucking and inviting. Her scent, even more impossibly irresistible than the lovely fragrance that wafted off her cleavage or pooled in her thick hair, or even the sweet scent of her breath. Her clit was visible, her love button cute and inviting.

To look at it was to know the divine. To taste that moist, glistening bud… was to submit to her entirely. Even more mind-bending than her recently discovered milk, her entire feminine package would cause the entire world to shut down. No amount of suggestion, no forceful commands, nothing would restore the personalities of the people who tasted her most forbidden nectar. They would be enslaved forever, useless love zombies for Vivian to discard.

She looked at Jacob who was transfixed at the sight of her intimacy.

“God, you’re in a hurry,” Jacob commented simply. “Don’t you want some foreplay first?”

As they necked and groped, Vivian’s taller form entwining and dominating Jacob’s physically as she smothered his head in between her pendant breasts, she couldn’t help but think to herself, God, this is nice. To feel a man’s erection against me without it going off like a firework…

But I could be hotter.

One Month Later

“Jacob! Jacob! Is your girlfriend coming in today?”

“Yeah! Please, tell us Vivian’s coming today!”

“You guys need to stop begging to see your boss’s girlfriend. Come on guys, this is our daily standup,” Jacob sighed in frustration.

His two highest-ranking employees looked at each in desperation before one of them bit the bullet.

“Jacob, we.. we caaaaaan’t! She locked us up so tight! It’s been a week since I got to drink her milk! I haven’t orgasmed the whole time! I’m dying here!”

“Yeah man, please! Please call her! I just wanna…” his female vice president pursed her lips and began to suckle the air.

“Jacob!!! What’s going on, sweetie?” Vivian’s voice rang out.

She entered the building via its skyroof in a controlled flight. Her long legs were entwined with another woman’s, her strong thighs squeezing her vehicle’s hips as her long, long hair draped over the blonde alien. Vivian was using Power Woman as her own personal transport.

They landed down beautifully. Vivian dismounted the blonde superheroine who had been reduced to nothing but a beast of burden, patted her on the butt, and complimented her.

“Good girl.”

Power Woman trembled violently and flew back high into the air in jerky, zigzag motions.

“Hey Viv! We’re good. Things are going good. But these two…”

“Vivian! Please please pleapelealasa…” Both of them rushed her.

“Hey you two. Do a good job for Jacob and you can taste me again, okay?” She massaged her enormous breasts, their prodigious flesh far too much for her own cute little palms and slim fingers to handle. Her nipples tented her black crop top as a tiny stain began to form around them

They both whined as their long overdue orgasms continued to simmer in their respective groins.

“Yeah. Get back to work!” Jacob barked.

They only stared at Vivian.

“You heard him. Get back to work,” she echoed.

They shuffled off in delicious frustration.

“Did you get hotter?” Jacob asked.

“Kind of. I’ve been practicing my blow jobs. I’m pretty sure I can break your little brain this time. For real. My lips, my mouth, my tongue… As soon as I suck you even once, you’ll be just like everyone else on this planet who sees me. Hopefully I can do it as good as you eat my pussy. God, I could use some of that right now.”

Jacob grinned. He couldn’t wait to try it.

“Let me show you something,” Jacob led Vivian to his computer desk.

His card game had been flourishing, what with its good design, player interaction, beautiful art, and Vivian’s tacit endorsement. He tapped his computer screensaver, which was just protected by a portrait of Vivian’s perfect face. Anyone who saw it who wasn’t him would have been immediately incapacitated. It wasn’t a perfect system; sometimes he found his two employees just looking at her with their hands down their pants, trying to orgasm despite knowing that they couldn’t without Vivian’s permission.

“Look, our newest card. I think it’s gonna make millions.”

The card name was Eternal Ascending Beauty - The Inevitable. A picture of Vivian in a skimpy bikini was printed on it, showing off her incredibly slender profile with her outrageously long legs and her impossibly perfect breasts.

“I’m thinking of breaking this card into pieces. Portraits of your hands, your boobs, your legs, your face… the player can only play this card if they gather all the pieces over the course of the game. Payoffs, you know? What do you think?”

Jacob could suddenly detect Vivian’s irrepressible, sweet floral scent. It rolled off her in waves of soft heat as his tall, beauty goddess girlfriend trembled and collapsed against him for support. Her breasts swallowed up his entire arm as she tucked her beautiful head toward the crook of his neck, relaxing and letting her hair spill down his entire torso.

“Did you just come from looking at it?” Jacob asked.

“Mm… yeah. It’s pretty good,” Vivian moaned. “But I think it could be hotter.”