Irresistible Everlasting Candy (Patreon)

Commissioned by Ken
Written by Ken and HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1 - Homeroom

Small crowds of students milled around the outside the dull, slab-sided suburban Greenpoint High School. As the clock ticked closer to homeroom, people chatted excitedly in their insular, oft-standoffish cliques.

All the teenage archetypes were there: preppies, jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, loners, stoners, motorheads-- then, without warning, all of the boys began dropping to their knees. First one by one, then in pairs, then in larger groups. Within thirty seconds, they were all kneeling where they were seconds before standing. They began to whimper, pant, moan and groan as their bodies spasmed and twitched involuntarily. They were utterly, completely helplessly in thrall to what was coning next.

High overhead, the slate grey overcast sky stirred and parted as an opening widened as if they were being displaced in all directions by a giant transparent cylinder which had descended from above and grew in size. Clouds were obediently swept out of the way and pushed aside by the unseen force, allowing everyone below to view the clear blue sky as the azure circle of cloud-free air expanded. In the center of it all was a glowing pale blue dot which descended at the speed of a crashing helicopter.

Meters before hitting the firmament, the figure stopped and hovered several feet above the sidewalk. She levitated there resplendent in the sparkling blue, red and gold uniform of the world's only Girl Supergenius, Candace Huang. A gold 'GS' shone in a diamond logo stretched across her artificially buoyant chest as her red cape fluttered behind her. Her shiny red high-heeled superboots glistened as they scarcely touched the ground. Her eyes were hidden behind a black pair of wraparound sunglasses as she ran one hand back through her black, silky hair. Her other hand held open a hard-cover book labeled “Non-Exponentic Quantum Semi-Equilibriums in Hyperbolic Space.” She was reading it with great interest. Whenever she read anything which challenged her unheard-of intellect, she seemed to become smarter, hotter, more powerful...

"GOOD MORNING CANDACE," everyone present looked up and intoned in imperfect unison.

"Good morning, everyone," she trilled with a cadence of insouciance as she clapped the book shut with one hand and hovered herself towards the school's entrance. She glided into the building as the doors opened for her. Her red cape fluttered noiselessly behind her before the doors slammed shut.

Because of Candy Huang, no high school student at Greenpoint ever moaned about the too-early start to first period. In fact, everyone eagerly and zealously showed up early, lest they miss the gorgeous Asian, so cartoonishly proportioned in her beauty, brought to life. Her face was astonishing. Mesmerizing. Nearly terrifyingly so. It was beyond beautiful, as if every millimeter had been lovingly crafted to perfection by supernatural forces. To look upon her staggering curves, those unforgiving, gravity-defying breasts the size of ripe muskmelons, their pale, creamy flesh stressing her would-be t-shirts turned crop tops with stretch marks across the large cavern of her covered cleavage, drove onlookers into fervent, unforgiving desire for the teen Asian girl.

Everyone had speculated that the taut twins were fake, just like her tiny, bite-sized waist. Despite the impossible weight and heft of her breasts that rose to her seductively pointed chin and protruded out farther than the actual silhouette of her waist, it was simply impossible for Candy to have gone under the knife. She had no recovery periods, never missed class, and remained at the tippy top of the whole school district with a 8.7 GPA. She just grew, and grew, and grew with the distance between herself and the rest of the students already so gaping wide as to practically classify her as a different subspecies altogether...

Not that anyone speculated about such minutiae anymore. Fake, not fake, real, divine, blessed, goddess... whatever she was, it turned every boy, girl, man, and woman into a drooling idiot, completely unable to speak or form a coherent sentence in her presence. Or think. Or do anything but moan and writhe in carnal excitement, rooted in place to gawp at and eye-molest Candy unless she deemed otherwise.

It was the weekends that they complained most bitterly about. Some had tried to become friends with Candy, to hang out with her outside of school hours, but the bimbo-looking fuckdoll valued no such acquaintances. The only thing she cared about when it came to others was the tease.

Into her homeroom class she flew, cape flowing behind her as yet another door opened for her. The other students used to go out of their way—race, even—for the privilege of doing Candy the smallest favor. Giving up their seats, giving them their snacks and money, opening doors... but these days, they could do naught but drool and moan. But that was alright. The world kowtowed to Candy’s beauty all on its own.

Squashing her taut, balloony breasts with her arms, Candy maneuvered those desire-inducing melons and wrangled them to mostly be in line with her torso as she squeezed past the door frame and into class. It was getting harder and harder every day. What she didn’t realize is that her tight, widening, sculpted ass that rivaled her conquering breasts and her ever thickening thighs were improving as well, and her luscious rear nearly got caught as she tried to traverse the wooden, lifeless boundary.

It would be a dream come true to people on both sides of the door. Those behind could marvel in her ridiculously disproportionate long legs, wonderfully muscled, and today, dressed in a pair of tight white khakis. They hugged every dramatic curve, every line of her unsurpassed body, and the pair of platform heels only magnified her allure even further. And those in front could drown in a sea of desire from just looking at Candy’s plump, painted red bimbo lips alone, if not for her breasts demanding all attention.

Except such a fantasy could never come true. If the doorframe didn’t widen to allow Candy’s passage, then her inexplicable super strength would simply shatter the wooden material to jagged splinters.

Candy was strong. Too strong to be resisted. If her beauty hadn’t been enough to conquer any onlookers and instill total obedience, she could have handled any mischief easily by simply flicking it away with an earth-shatteringly powerful finger.

Today, she went in without any destruction. Yet. The doorframe expanded to allow the buxom beauty to float through as she took her seat in the front of the class, as always. She loved succeeding. In fact, for everything that she did, it seemed to go just uncannily and fantastically perfectly. And whatever it was, it would only set the baseline for her to become even more perfect the next time.

Mrs. Adrian, their homeroom teacher, found it increasingly difficult to control the class. They’d assigned it to her because she was a heterosexual female who was known for her austere disposition, but within two days of Candy’s senior year, the Asian girl had blossomed so far beyond Mrs. Adrian’s self-control. She obsequiously fawned over the towering Asian bimbo as all of the other students walked in with their eyes popping out of their sockets, both males and females covering their groins with their backpacks.

Candy merely crossed her lascivious legs underneath the small, uncomfortable, high school desk. She didn’t look the least bit bothered by it as she merely spread out her long, lascivious legs into the aisles and let the students consider falling to their knees and worshiping or humping her lovely limb. But they all eventually picked up their jaws and took their seats.

The school bell rang.

“D-does anyone need help with their, ah... work?” Mrs. Adrian asked meekly. Her unbridled lust for Candy was uncontrollable. She masturbated every night with images of the superpowered ebony-haired beauty dominating her every thought, and seeing her in the flesh was becoming too much to bear.

“I’m bored, Mrs. Adrian. The homework was too easy,” Candy pouted and closed her book on Non-Exponentic Quantum Semi-Equilibriums in Hyperbolic Space. “I didn’t even get anything out of it! This author is depressingly beneath the unparalleled intellect of the world’s only Girl Supergenius, you know. ”

So saying, she graced the contours of her bust with her hands to emphasize the gold GS logo, and shuddered at the tingling sensitivity that her fake, but oh-so-very-real titties stirred in her.

The students next to her suddenly found themselves boiling in lust as their genitals began to well up with inexorable pressure.

Their minds, already captive and incarcerated by Candy’s skintight SuperGenius gold logo pinching, stretching, and distorting in and out across the shiny azure latex top stretched to its limits, couldn’t handle the vision of Candy stroking the large, spherical mounds that they dreamed of every night. It was as if her chest had a gravitational pull of its very own. The way her hands lingered and cupped, squeezed and rubbed, stroking and pinching the engorging outline of her large, stiff nipple...

“Mmmhmm, my breasts have become so deliciously plump and round, don’t you think?”

All of the boys and girls turned beet red. The color rose from their necks, filling up to their heads like a thermometer. Candy laughed, looking left and right at all of the sensors she was driving to their breaking points. Steam fired from her victims’ ears, their eyes began to bulge and fall out of their sockets, connected only by some bouncy springs as they zoomed in and out at her little display. She watched with growing amusement as she amped-up her erotic broadcast, pushing it to obnoxious new heights.

When the crimson shade filled all the way up to the tops of their heads, their legs kicked helplessly against the floor as all orgasmed at once, spasming in their pants as they flooded their underwear with pulse after pulse of sexual fluids. Their faces contorted in pure pleasure as red-shaped hearts thundered, bouncing in and out of their chests as spurt after spurt of Candy-worshiping juice paid her beauty the respect that it was due.

“Tsk tsk!” She chided “No wonder none of you can keep up with my 8.6 GPA! I bet you dream of me all day, every day, when you get home. Right? How on earth are you ever going to get good grades if all that you do is touch yourselves while thinking about these biiiig ol’ titties of mine?”

Candy gave those objects of desire another squeeze as she winked her dark, long lashes at one of the students. The tiny gesture made him scream and erupt into flames, leaving behind only a pile of charred ash and a bleached white skeleton sporting googly heart eyes and a satisfied toothy smile.

Candy cupped a hand over her smile and pantomimed a “tee-hee!” movement at the sight. “Boys are so silly. I barely need to do anything at all and their brains turn to pizza cheese!”

“M-m-m-m Candy! Please, that is inappropriate!” Mrs. Adrian squealed and moaned as her knuckles went white gripping the teacher’s desk she sat behind. One of her legs was fully cocked while she pressed her pubic mound against the desk, struggling against herself not to rub for all she was worth.

“I think class is over, Mrs. Adrian,” Candy announced as she pointed at the clock. With a twirl of her finger, the minute hand rotated 25 minutes. The clock face itself also generated two pulsing hearts for eyes as the entire circular disk began to melt from being “touched” by Candy’s lovely finger. The school bell rang.

“C-c-class... dismissed...” Mrs. Adrian announced weakly to a room full of happy, incapacitated students.

When Candy climbed out of her seat, extending her long, polished legs and revealing the lovely outline of her nether lips in her skintight white latex pants, Mrs. Adrian erupted into lusty flames as well. She sighed and slumped out of her chair, melting into a puddle of her own juices.

Chapter 2 - Candy Touches Wood

Candy floated to her locker after the period. On the way, she saw long rows of tables set up in the school gym. What was going on?

She floated over to peer through the small rectangular window into the gym, shoving some students aside with her insanely strong but even more intensely sensual arm. After her touch, the boys and girls flattened into little cubes decorated with puffy question marks before their lids blew off, revealing a head on a spring that bobbled up and down, their faces contorted with hearts for eyes while their coils bounced erratically with every pulse of their inevitable Candy-bewitched orgasms. When she laughed at their helpless pleasure, the springs went completely straight and taut as their heads threatened to fly off their bindings. A little kiss of her slender fingers and a wave of her beautiful hand rocketed them through the ceiling, shooting up on pace with the enormity of the pleasure of being touched, seduced, and flirted with by the pornographic Asian SuperGenius.

Still, what was this event happening at their school gym? A bunch of students of varying ages sitting shoulder to shoulder with a black and white checkered mat and sixteen beautifully carved pieces each... and some digital boxes that they took turns slapping.

Chess! Candy had never played chess before! It was supposed to be one of the greatest games where the only thing that mattered was intellect.

She was so excited that she crashed right through the closed door. Her feet never touched the ground as her breasts splintered the wood and concrete effortlessly. She swiped the plaster dust off of her distorted SuperGenius shield emblem and gave her unforgiving breasts a little side to side shake to finish the job. The players sitting closest to the entrance immediately resigned—on both the white and black side!—to Candy’s loveliness. Their match was declared a victory to Candy, and she hadn’t even begun to play.

Luckily for her, those were the lowest rated players sitting at the ends of the table. She was only interested in playing the best that the school district had to offer.

All of the pieces in play, surviving or captured, grew googly and eyes and bowed to SuperGenius as she floated above the heads of the crowds. The queens especially, the most powerful force in the chess world that even overshadowed the king (save for his plot device armor as being the helpless male who dictated victory for reasons unknown), removed their crowns and meekly handed it over to the superpowered beauty with her silky, shiny, lustrous flowing ebony hair.

“Excuse me,” Candy nudged away the boy sitting at the head of the table with the toe of her platform heel.

He didn’t so much slide off the bench as melt into a literal puddle of lust and ooze his way out of his seat.

Candy floated down onto the bench and inserted her long, long legs gracefully underneath. She made her not to touch her opponent in a similar way lest he become useless—well, okay, even more useless than the panting, begging dog that he already was—to her.

“Hey. Hey!” Candy snapped her fingers. They thundered like a cannon being fired thanks to her superstrength. It was just enough to break the boy across from him out of her beauty-induced stupor. “Can you teach me how to play?” she asked with enough self-awareness not to flutter her eyelashes at him.

“Uh...,” he gulped as he looked at the adjudicators. But they were no help. The man and woman running the event were humping and bucking, moaning as they creamed themselves at Candy’s bust casting a shadow on the chess board.

“I guess I can teach you...” he answered with uncertainty. He too, was quickly falling under the spell of Candy’s jutting breasts as well. Small red little hearts began buzzing around his head like a cloud of annoying flies.

“Are you any good?” Candy asked disinterestedly. Her indifference only seemed to increase his infatuation.

“State champ!” He beamed proudly. His proud little accomplishment saved him from another premature accident. He blinked again and again to try to clear his eyes from the little yellow floating sparks which kept invading his field of vision.

“Okay, let’s play.”

Candy watched his trembling hands as he set up the pieces for a new game and reset the chess clocks. She did the same as him, but understandably got the king and queen positions incorrect.

“No, not like that,” he corrected her. “Your queen faces my queen, your king faces my king.”

Candy’s well-conditioned brain absorbed the knowledge. It was just a tiny piece of information, so the subtle changes in her ever-ascending beauty were barely noticeable.

One they were set up, Candy looked up at him. Eager to make the first move, she picked up a pawn and slid it forward.

“No, no, wait. White plays first. Hit the clock and I’ll make my first move.”

Candy’s eyes gleamed as their seductive honey-brown color surged in intensity. Even her hair exuded a more powerful, more oppressive fragrance which caused the annoying, orbiting cloud of tiny pink hearts around his head to increase in population and speed..

He slid a pawn forward. Candy mirrored his move.

He moved a knight.

“That was a funny looking move,” she commented. “Explain that to me.”

“You really don’t know how this game works at all!?” he asked, slurring his words. “Why do you want to play?”

Candy smiled like a vicious predator toying with her prey. “You’ll see,” she answered enigmatically.

“Okay, knight is the only funny one. It goes like this,” he explained as he paused the clocks. Walking her through every piece’s motions as well as some strange exceptions such as castling, en passant, explaining checkmate, stalemate, and all that jazz, the proud state champ was becoming noticeably slower and droolier as Candy continued to absorb, consume, and positively devour the knowledge he was providing.

Her endless legs lengthened even further as her tight white rubber pants stretched to accommodate with a soft creak. Her pert bubble butt swelled along with her thighs, looking utterly thick and luscious, promising onlookers a taste of forbidden ambrosia.

Her ruby red lips plumped, taking on that color permanently as they became immune to any sort of blemishes or dry, chapped skin.  Candy’s svelte, elegant, toned long arms that belied the incalculable strength they possessed tightened with even denser flesh while still looking beautifully feminine and impossibly orgasmically devastating. A little flex of her bicep would rewire any woman’s orientation should she look upon it, Candy already knew.

And as the game went on and Candy began to lose pieces to beginning tactics, even the growing shadow of her expanding bust began to invade her opponent’s mind. As a result, the first game ended up being a draw as his hands shook, dropping pieces clumsily on the board for Candy to capture. There was no material left for either side to checkmate the others’ king.

“Again,” Candy ordered.

“You... you want... white?” The boy was useless as he faced down earth’s most beautiful, majestic, sexual creature that ever existed. Who wouldn’t be drenched in uncontrollable lust at that point?

“No, I’ll win with black,” she declared confidently. “Put yourself together. I promise I’ll touch you if you play well.” She closed her fist and extended a single, beautifully manicured index finger at him and waggled it. She was fully aware of the kind of heavy-duty boy-bait she was dangling out before him. “But perhaps my touch is way too much for you to handle? There’s only one way we can find out.” She smirked.

He gulped as fantasies of making it with Candy Huang ran amuck through his head. She could see the turmoil moving within his little thought bubble as he put that lewd imagery away under lock and key. And the key would be beating this haughty, bimbo-looking amateur at her first mind game. How hard could it be?

From the start, he was completely outmatched. Candy crushed him in seventeen moves. His position was untenable, and he soon resigned.

“Please! Again! I... I want you to touch me! So badly!” he begged. His vision was reduced to two long, red blurry tunnels, each focused on Candy’s otherworldly beauty.

Candy shrugged, causing her enormous looking fakes to bounce hypnotically. Her breasts, like her hair, exuded her natural perfume. They invaded his senses, putting his heart on a timer as he surged and strained, taxing his body beyond its limits.

“Sure,” Candy agreed. “Even though your pitiful little boy-brain cannot possibly match the ever-expanding intellect of a Girl SuperGenius, I do enjoy seeing you struggle.”

The pieces were set up again, but now Candy had her opponent dead to rights in eight.

“One more time...” he groaned and pleaded. His body was bent, broken with arousal, his mind a swirling haze of dark desire.

With a wave of her hand, Candy returned the pieces to their starting positions once more. Before he could even push a pawn, Candy rubbed the head of one of her own pawns with that beautiful index finger.

The pawn jumped and shuddered as it grew a pair of googly eyes. It audibly sighed in contentment as it shuddered and melted into a steamy puddle across part of the board.

Candy repeated the same trick with all of her pieces. One by one, her pawns deformed into little black liquid spots of hissing goop. Then she did the same to the knights, bishops, rooks and swooning queen. Although his rear was seemingly superglued to his seat, the boy’s pelvis jerked as he orgasmed nonstop at the sight of Candy’s seduction of carved, wooden, inanimate objects! He couldn’t even move as Candy rubbed their domed tops, stroked their shafts, or swirled her tantalizing nails around their bases. The insides of his pants were now coated with pulse after pulse of his sticky spunk.

His clock expired.

“I win. Zero moves,” Candy smirked and as her victory celebration, she decided to give the poor loser the tiniest fragment of a speck of the immeasurable levels of pleasure that she was capable of broadcasting. It would be far beyond what he could possibly handle, of course. She winked at the so-called state champ and pouted her kissable, beestung lips. He immediately felt his lower body get knocked into a separate universe by the tiny half-gesture. His already unbearably tumescent penis burned as it erupted so hard, his eyes went as wide as dinner plates. It was as if his groin had been struck by a high voltage line carrying megawatts of erotic, brain-melting ecstasy. He screamed helplessly as a growing stream of semen exploded through the front of his pants, shredding the front of his jeans into strips of cloth. The forceful jet of white fluid propelled him backwards off his stool into the gym’s wall behind him. With a sensuous lick of Candy’s lips, the pressure and churning in his balls only increased as more and more juices were forced out of him from some never-emptying reservoir. He bellowed, flailed his arms in the air and kicked his legs wildly as the deluge of reproductive liquid slammed him harder against the tile and cracks began to spread on either side of him. Amused by the spectacle, Candy willed the pressure ever higher while a swimming pools’ worth of ejaculate pumped out of his dick with enough pressure to send him airborne. With an ear-splitting crash, the wall gave way and crumbled as the helpless kid was powered through the bricks by the geyser of white, creamy cum streaming from his groin. He disappeared from sight as he flew into the next room and he punched through the second wall with another loud crash. Another crash followed as he broke another wall. Then another. And another. His screaming faded after each thunderous impact as he was carried out of earshot, leaving behind a series of jagged, dripping boy-sized holes in the walls to mark his path.

“I wonder where he went off to?” Candy mused as she cast an eye down the tunnel of broken walls, gave a disinterested ‘bye bye’ gesture with one hand and cupped her other hand across her mouth to hide a yawn as she languidly stretched her newer, sexier limbs. She blew a little flaming kiss down at her larger, more magnificent, irresistibly alluring balloon tits and smirked haughtily.

“That was too easy. I’ll need to study and find a more worthy opponent...”

As she said it, she willed a slim paperback book called “Chess for Girl SuperGeniuses” into her hand. She eagerly began to skim through it with bemused interest as her unparalleled mind digested the delicious new knowledge.

Chapter 3 - Candy Crush Computer

After closing her short book, she disintegrated it into nothingness and held up her empty palm.

“Well that felt a bit stale. I would like something more challenging.”

This time, she willed a hard-covered Russian-language tome into existence. It was entitled “Prodvinutye Shakhmatnyye Stratigii Dlya Devochek-Supergeniev.” Now Candy oohed as she turned page after interesting page.

“That’s more like it.” she commented, soaking it all up.

After devouring the heavy book within two seconds, the sphere-titted SuperGenius impatiently turned to a nearby laptop and waited for Wikipedia to load before she scanned the entire article in an eyeblink. All of this new knowledge gifted her a bit more luscious muscle density in her absurdly long legs and propelled her already absurd level of beauty to dizzying new heights.

Candy made a delighted titter as she found her next, and possibly final, chess opponent. The problem would be finding enough computing power to run the match. And then there were the logistics of broadcasting it online. Given the deep-pocketed sponsors of experimental, hyperintelligent machines, there was also the prospect of winning a lot of money in emerging victorious in such a simple, basic game of so-called wits with a machine which was wholly designed to win such games.

Playing against a machine was certainly intimidating but the drawback with an electronic chess-playing mind was that it lacked the creativity and intuitive sparks of brilliance which characterized the very best chess players of all time.

From a cursory glance at her books, she’d learned that a particularly famous chess Master had insisted that his most important Cold War-era match be televised; his prize money had been somewhere in the millions of dollars. Previous to that time, chess had not been such a glamorous or profitable endeavor, but that particular champion had seemingly changed the dynamic. There was serious prize money to be made in this sport. And with millions of dollars… well, Candy had always wanted to be a businesswoman of sorts. That kind of capital would be a welcome jumping-off point to future success. How hard could winning possibly be for her?

Sadly, Irvine High was seriously lacking in the kind of appropriate venue and computing access that her high-profile chess match would require. She needed to look elsewhere. What to do? Where to go...?

Well, why not head to the nearest college? UCI had plenty of high-powered information-technology setups and wasn’t that far away by car. The trip would be an easy breezy flight for the world’s one and only SuperGenius!

Popping a cube of DoubleBubble Bubblegum into her mouth, she chewed loudly and called up the collegiate chess club. After reaching its president, she boldly declared her intent to set up with XXX and broadcast it live to the world.

“What’s your USCF rating?” the president asked. “How come we haven’t heard of you?”

“I’m not formally rated.” She replied with polite certitude. “If you must know, I actually learned how to play chess yesterday but I’m already far better than anyone else,” Candy loudly blew her flattened wad of bubblegum through her teeth. The pink sphere grew audibly with the sound of her breath and smacked loudly as it burst. Candy twirled a single finger through a lock of her silky ebony hair and sucked the bubblegum back into her mouth and continued chewing it loudly.

“Yesterday!?” The phone crackled with growing irritation. Candy wrinkled her perfect face in disgust and floated backwards at the sudden increase in volume.

“Is this a prank?! You say you beat a high schooler and now you want to play against a semi-sentient chess supercomputer now!? You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

After his ignorant farrago of insults, Candy immediately tapped the button to activate the video camera on the call.

“Now what?!” The president of the UCI chess club demanded as he accepted the opening of a video link.

As soon as the image of Candy’s jutting breasts in a low, cleavage revealing dress came into view, his heart stopped. His entire world was now defined by the pair of firm, gravity defying, massive tracts of female flesh on display. One breast sported her five-sided gold shield housing the semi-luminous ‘SG’ within its frame.

“If you look here,” Candy used one hand to plump her breast as she dropped her truth nuke onto the pitiful little man gawping at on her image on the screen. “this symbol means that I am the world’s one and only Girl SuperGenius. See?” Squeeeze. “--SUPER–” Squeeeze. “--GENIUS!” In response, there was nothing but stunned sputtering coming through the other end of the line. As was to be expected. Candy continued addressing the impertent functionary, willing that her words would shock him out of his state of shock and into a more receptive state of shock.

“Being a Girl SuperGenius does not mean that I am a very smart girl.” She huffed indignantly and turned up her nose at the possibility of being second-guessed. “Of course I am indeed a very smart girl, but the title is nothing so narrow and banal as that. The neural scientists who have scanned my brain classify this remarkable cognitive organ up here–” she tapped the side of her head with her index finger “--as a ‘Heuristically-Expanding Panmnetic Mental Singularity.’ What does that mean?” Candy asked rhetorically.

Before the poor dimwit could stammer a reply, she was already answering. “To summarize it crudely, my transcendental, one-of-a-kind brain turns knowledge into power. And the more power that I have, the more knowledge that I can get. My auto-nootropic development and accelerated learning therefore provide me with a self-reinforcing, self-feeding, self-expanding loop of growth in both intellect and abilities.” She held up one hand and examined her fingernails as she continued speaking disinterestedly. “No one can really say what the limits of my power will ultimately become. But perhaps one day, I shall obtain complete mastery over time, space and every atom within it while humanity dances in worship around my goddesslike feet, swaying in waves like millions of mindless drones in unbreakable thrall to my omnipotent will whilst the fabric of reality is reduced to my plaything. If so, I find the prospect to be deliciously exciting. But some less-enlightened people may find the thought to be a particularly terrifying form of hellish torment in which the living curse their existence. Too bad for them, though!” As she said it, her eyes seemed to crackle with tiny gold sparks of energy as she puffed her cheeks adorably.

Candy smiled disinterestedly and shrugged as she removed her hand, causing her enormous bosom to bounce rapidly before returning to their perfect, ideal shape, sitting unbelievably high on her wafer thin torso.

“Well? Change your mind?” Candy laughed. The stupid club president hadn’t even seen any other part of her body, and his face was positively turning into that of a dog in heat, tongue drooping out the side of his mouth.

“Awoooooooooo!” he howled, craning his neck back and howling toward the twin moons on his phone screen. “Ha ha ha ha hawooooooooga!”

“Stupid little pet,” Candy tsked, moving the phone so that it was above her face, pointing downward. The deep, welcoming, cavernous valley of cleavage was still on display, but now her lovely face and perfect hair began to work its seductive, mind-and-matter melting effect on the stupid boy who dared to cross her.

“Pet pet pet pet pet!” he nodded again and again in agreement. His tail wagged behind him in a frenzy, showing how eager he was to obey his new mistress.

Candy looked at him with her brown eyes. She fluttered her long, curved lashes and puckered those dick-sucking lips at her new thrall.

His skull burst into a shower of confetti and streams of ticker tape as its headless body slumped to the floor.

“Go fetch your advisor for me, will you? And keep the video call on.”

The UCI chess club president’s head rematerialized in its proper place and one of Candy’s breasts were each visible in the reflections of his eyes. He scampered along on all fours, tail wagging, eager to please his new mistress.

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After patiently explaining her needs and request to the literature professor who served as the chess club advisor, and then the head of the computer science department, and then various deans, provosts, and whatevers, the school was more than happy to redirect its entire government-granted budget and computing power to Candy’s whim. The event was publicized all throughout the university’s newspapers, featuring a large, black and white portrait of Candy on its front page. Her match made local news, while her image alone went viral on the internet and garnered tons of publicity. Everyone would be tuning into the livestream to watch her play.

Candy flew to campus and landed at the specially appointed room where the match would take place. She quickly surveyed the anechoic walls and ceiling which were lined with rows upon rows of black, lookalike anti-radiation spikes which protected her opponent from any wayward radio signals that could upset its liquid-cooled computing core. After appreciating the solemnity and security of the competition’s venue, she glanced in the corner and scoffed at the chess club president. He sat on the floor with his front legs extended, back legs tucked in and his ass on the ground, tailbone a-wagging. He was only an International Master, after all. Did he have no standards at all?

Cameras were pointed at the regal chessboard in the center of the room. And her opponent, a supercomputer, plugged into multiple cooling systems and itself an ominous, towering block of pure computational prowess, fully equipped with a mechanical arm to move the pieces itself, sat opposite. Capable of performing over 400 petaFLOPS, its tightly-packed array of CPUs required constant circulation of chilled fluid to prevent overheating and had also attained top certification for several different supercomputing performance benchmarks. Its databanks stored a million million pre-recorded chess matches and every strategy in existence, but its subroutines were also capable of instantaneously weighing the most critical and likely original new paths towards victory in any possible game scenario.

“At last.” Candy smiled mellifluously. “I may have found a decent competitor.”

The young wunderkind pushed her chair back, fluffed out her hair, crossed her hyper-developed legs, and lowered her pert ass to kiss the lucky seat below it. As she made herself comfortable, an unseen announcer could be heard introducing the match to the millions of eyeballs who had begun tuning in.

“We will play a series of 50 games to determine the winner! Can Candace Huang, self proclaimed Super Genius with a playing experience of one day, and frankly, the hottest, porn-starriest body we’ve ever seen, beat StackTrout, the world’s preeminent chess supercomputer?”

The inanimate computer across from her developed a pair of eyes that bulged at its opponent with her impossible-to-contain breasts. Still, it kept its mannerisms robotic and supercooled.

“I am ready when you are, Ms. Huang,” a red, bouncy, jittery line flashed across the front of its meshed mouthpiece. Along with a tiny—just a tiny!—bit of drool.

Its visual sensors scanned Candy up and down, green numbers and letters flickering as they gagued its opponent’s state.

Evaluation: TOTALLY HOT. +006842.127221

“Great!” She flashed a smile for the broadcasting cameras, knowing that she might have just incinerated a certain percentage of the audience with the radiance of her dazzling, pearly teeth. “Allow me to start.” Then, she leaned forward, making her expansive cleavage look even more irresistibly delectable, and used her index finger to slide a pawn forward two spaces.

She softly slapped the adjacent clock with her palm. Click!

The computer’s metal arm emerged from its slot, moved a knight forward and activated the clock– Click!-- throwing the initiative to Candy. Her pawn moved in. Click! Then a pawn moved out. Click! Pawn took pawn. Click! Knight took pawn– Click!--  an additional knight stepped into the center. Click! Now, both sides seemingly fell into more conservative postures, as if they took their time and viewed each other with mutual wariness. It was oddly reminiscent of something that inexperienced eastern Bloc players might do when debuting in their first international competitions.

The remainder of the game became a struggle of maneuver rather than a fast-tempoed race to take as many of the opponent’s pieces as possible. The computer’s pieces advanced inexorably forward using fields of interlocking protection. Candy held a finger tightly against her temple and concentrated while seemingly languishing on the defensive the whole time. She was forced to defend against constant subtle threats while her best pieces remained passive. She managed only a few timid probes into enemy territory to blunt the steady offense. After a prolonged battle in which the computer rarely struggled, Candy nonetheless managed to assemble a consolidated fortress of white pieces in a secure little stronghold. Within a half dozen more moves, the computer now tightened the noose around the white citadel before exhausting all possible avenues of attack as white’s defenses could now neutralize any black offense. As the clock ticked down its last remaining seconds. The first match concluded in a draw—which felt like a dramatic defeat for the so-called Girl SuperGenius. But now… her unparalleled brain had learned even more knowledge from this heady experience and Candy’s powers subtly transformed accordingly.

As the competitors reversed colors for the second game, the vaunted StackTrout’s senros scanned its opponent again from up to down. Something about her had indeed changed. Her lips were plump, puffier and colored a darker red. The plastic planetoids pushing-out her chested had gained 13% in volume, her waist shrank nearly 1%... StackTrout began to calculate the objective value of its opponent.

Evaluation: HOTTER THAN HELL. +183857.398573

Its cooling tubes pumped more fluid to keep its circuitry well lubricated and running. The ambient temperature began to rise as its circuitry not only calculated 50 chess moves in advance; it also had to endure the overwhelming presence of the goddess sitting opposite itself.

Candy took the black pieces this time. Polished and shiny... just like the dress that hugged her voluptuous body. StackTrout began to heat up once more, the base of its tower turning a bright red. It quickly guzzled more liquid coolant through its various straws, sucking loudly.

And not only was she more beautiful... her chess play had become stronger too. StackTrout greedily gobbled up an early b-pawn and c-pawn, going up +2 in what looked like it would be able to convert into a winning position. Until Candy slid both of her rooks into battle incredibly early. Suddenly, StackTrout was giving back a pawn to try to keep its king alive. Then another pawn. Then a bishop. It was only logical. It had to keep the game going, and then it would be able to convert its material edge...

Chess position evaluation: -13

Candace Huang evaluation: SHE’S GOING TO MELT ME. +283957182.943

Candy yawned as the slim metallic arm, now quivering in pure, personified, wanton lust, tipped its king over.

“Candace Huang wins game two!!! As black! In 27 moves! Ladies and gentlemen, this is unheard of! This commentator needs to take a short break for a moment, is it just me or is it getting really hot in here? I, um...”

The sound of a deep moan could be heard from the faceless DJ before being replaced by the sound of rushing, unsteady footsteps.

“I’m bored,” Candy declared. “Why don’t we play the rest as a blindfold simultaneous match? Blindfold for me, that is,” Candy smiled brightly at her opponent.

“The odds would be against you,” came StackTrout’s robotic, yet wavering voice. Large sweat drops were bursting off of its right and left upper edges. Springs were coming loose, bouncing and oscillating with both higher amplitude and frequency. It was sucking coolant from a gushing firehose now.

“Oh, and I’ll take the black pieces on every board. You can have time odds too,” Candy smiled.

“It will be... your loss...” Some clock faces appeared on its frame as well, minute and hour hands twirling by as its silicon chips were working beyond their limits.

A blindfolded Candy with her luscious backside turned to StackTrout won approximately half the games in a savage, one-sided beating. The remaining boards, StackTrout flagged on the clock. It had long since exploded into a melted pile of nuts, bolts, and the most expensive CPU and GPUs man had ever manufactured.

Candy took off her blindfold, caressed her newer, fuller, and even more outrageous curves. Her exaggerated hourglass was thrown into silhouette as a fuzzy yellow halo of sexual energy glowed faintly behind her body, like a Bodhisattva's aura.

“Mmm...” she moaned. “I wonder how much money I just won?”