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Sex Ed

An all dolled up Dana made her way to her second class, intentionally tardy to make an entrance. She shared the same English class with Oliver, and she couldn’t wait to confront him about her changes and gauge his reaction. The worst part was that Dana might grudgingly have to rank up her estimation of him!

“C-can I help you, Miss...” Mr. Hertzschel stared at the marvelous physique that stood in his doorway.

“Good morning, Mr. Hertzschel,” Dana’s husky voice greeted him as she walked like a model down a runway, one long leg in front of the other, emphasizing the dramatic curvature of her hips with every sex-laden step.

All of the students stared as the long slit along the front of her dress danced in rhythm to her graceful movement. Dana drank in their lusty stares, knowing that Mr. Hertzschel had to be completely mesmerized by her backside. And she wasn’t even casting a hypnotic net with her indomitable, hypnotic breasts yet!

“Miss me?” Dana mouthed as she took her seat next to Oliver while enjoying the sea of lust she’d created just by walking into the room.

“Where did you get that dress!?” Oliver asked softly.

The uncomfortable, ubiquitous chair + desk arm that always frustrated Dana to no end due to her extraordinary height suddenly didn’t bother her anymore. She suppressed a giggle as she watched it morph to better match her extraordinary proportions. The seat grew higher to accommodate her luscious legs as the back of it filled out with a cushion far more fitting for her perfect ass. But nobody noticed as her body continued to draw all the stares.

“Ahem... yes... so this year’s calculus class,” Mr. Hertzschel tugged at his necktie. He tried not to stare at this vision of absolute perfection before him.

“Like it?” Dana whispered back.

Oliver gulped and nodded.

Mr. Hertzschel continued to try and go over the syllabus before launching into an introduction of the subject, but the sound of the two whispering kids was grating to his ears.

“So you’re gonna act like you had nothing to do with... this?” Dana puffed out her chest.

Oliver’s pants, already too tight, now threatened to burst at the sight of her swollen bust.

“AHEM!” Mr. Hertzschel cleared his throat. “Is there something you two would like to tell the rest of us?”

“S-sorry Mr. Hertzschel!” Oliver apologized meekly.

“Hmph,” Dana turned to face her teacher. And then an idea crept into her mischievous head. Could she really... in front of everyone?

“Sorry, Mr. Hertzschel,” Dana apologized insincerely as she swiveled her torso to face him. She flexed her pectoral muscles, making her massive bosom bounce and jiggle before his eyes as she really turned on the charm. Her mammaries settled from their profound little shake, utterly compelling and completely irresistible.

And Mr. Hertzschel felt those irresistible compelling effects immediately. His vision, his mind, his entire world was now focused on Dana’s beautifully tanned, engulfing cleavage.

“If it’s bothering you so much, why don’t you let me and Oliver take the class off? Wouldn’t that be better for everyone?” Dana’s nipples grew stiff as she watched her teacher’s eyes go glassy, which only further enhanced her power over him.

“T-that’s... not okay...” Mr. Hertzschel’s legs wobbled. He suddenly felt unsteady on his feet. The chalk fell out of his quivering fingertips as his pants became uncomfortably tight.

“Are you sure?” Dana narrowed her eyes and flexed her chest involuntarily as she upped her hypnotic output.

Several of her classmates in the vicinity were also being sucked into her spell. But Dana only had one target in mind.

“You seem unsteady, Mr. Hertzschel. Perhaps you should sit down?”

Beads of sweat dotted his aging face. He couldn’t take his eyes off Dana’s exposed breasts! It was so wrong, but, but...

“Ah, yes. Good idea, Miss Sawyer. I will take a seat,” he replied monotonically.

Dana smirked.

“Now, you were saying? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to let me and Oliver go?” She cupped her breast with her hands and hefted them toward her adult victim. “Then we wouldn’t be disrupting class anymore. You can report us to the principal if you like...”

“Dana! What are you doing... ghhh...” Oliver felt a wave of utter submission smack him in the face as he fell under Dana’s spell as well.

“Let you and Oliver go... report you to the principal...” Mr. Hertzschel reiterated, as if mulling over the options in his mind. But of course, there were no actual thoughts running through his head. Only the glorious vision of Dana’s soul-conquering chest, filling his every thought, making him yearn and submit to her wonderful body.

“Okay, we’ll be off then! Oliver, come,” she ordered as if he were an obedient pet.

“Coming...” Oliver stood up and grabbed his items robotically.

“Let you and Oliver go... goodbye...” Mr. Hertzschel droned.

“You can continue to teach the class as if nothing happened after we leave,” Dana reveled in her victory. On her way out, she hit the entire class with her recently gained powers.

And then, when the door clicked shut, everyone went back to normal, as if Dana hadn’t just done the impossible. And they had no recollection of it either.

“Where was I?” Mr. Hertzschel spoke from his desk, realizing that he had an enormous wet stain down there. He taught the rest of his class without standing up and using the blackboard.

Meanwhile, Brenda Baker had captured all of the ruckus on her smartphone...

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Dana led Oliver like a little puppy down the halls and into a large janitorial closet.

“In.”

“Yes, Dana,” he droned, wobbling in like a zombie. A zombie with a huge tent in his pants. Once inside, Dana stood face to face with him—well, sort of. Before, he was tall enough to come up with her neck. Now, he was face to breast. Dana’s hypnotic, conquering, domineering breasts.

She placed her powerful arms on his shoulders and pushed him back. The pair slid in tandem until Oliver’s back was against a wall with Dana’s hard body invading his personal space.

“Are you hypnotized by my breasts?” Dana asked, willing more mind-melting pleasure through the vision of her glory and straight into his mind.

“Yes...” Oliver drooled.

“Are you really? You didn’t install any safeguards for when you did this to me?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Dana...” Oliver droned.

Olivia bit her lip, deep in thought. This couldn’t be real, right? It’s not like she had a lot of experience with her hypno-tits. Perhaps the old-fashioned way would be more fun.

“Oliver, when I snap my fingers, you will no longer be under my spell. 3... 2... 1...” Dana snapped her fingers.

“Huh... wha... holy shit! Dana! You just took over my mind!” Oliver gasped as he was once again under his own control. His member engorged even further, poking against Dana’s hard thigh.

“Looks like you liked it,” Dana smirked.

Oliver gulped as he looked at her enormous tits once more. Tits that had last night been perky, athletic, and... well, small. Then, he flinched and averted his gaze, as much as he didn’t want to.

“So what did you do to me last night? Obviously, I wasn’t this way when we fucked.”

“What do you mean, what did I do? How could I have done anything like... this!?” Oliver looked down at those far-too-compelling breasts.

“What do you know about this?” Dana pulled up her phone and showed Oliver the HM website.

“What is that? ‘Super Female Super Power Super Sex Super Fun Super Fiction?’” Oliver read the byline, then scanned the pictures. “Huh? Is this some low grade erotica? Doesn’t this person know any other vocabulary... ow!”

Dana had grabbed one of Oliver’s arms and pinned it against the wall. Her fingers were clutching his wrist so tightly it was almost unbearable!

“Don’t you dare kink shame me!” Dana was feeling slightly embarrassed now. If Oliver had something to do with this, he was putting up a good act.

“I wasn’t kink shaming you! I was saying that this person charges money for writing like this!?”

Dana’s fingers tightened.

“Fuck! Ow! Dana! You’re hurting me!” Oliver begged as he began to thrash in pain.

“Quit being such a baby!” Dana sneered.

“No... really... aghhh!” Oliver screamed.

Dana looked at where she was so gently holding Oliver. His really had gone totally white, and she could tell that he was really trying to break free.

“Oliver, I’m not even squeezing hard,” Dana intoned, but the simmering elation she felt within had only just begun to burn.

“Shit!” Oliver cradled his hand in front of his stomach, the only place where he could reach across his body and not be impeded by Dana’s invasion of his personal space. “You’re kidding me!”

“Stop me if you can,” Dana began with an excited heave of her chest.

She reached down and hooked his other wrist in between the smooth crook betweenher thumb and index finger. With no contact more than that, she began to pry his hand away, then began to lift his arm against the force of gravity.

Oliver’s arm began to rise smoothly into the air.

“Come on, try to resist me!” Dana ordered.

“I... am!” Oliver gasped. He couldn’t force his arm down at all! And Dana looked cool as a cucumber as she continued to lift her muscled arm!

Instead of trying to directly counteract her force, Oliver tried to slip his wrist out of her... he didn’t even know what to kill it. She wasn’t even gripping him! But just as he was about to slide away from her smooth skin, her slender fingers closed around his wrist like a vise.

“Don’t you dare! Or I’ll squeeze even harder than on your other hand!” Dana snarled.

Oliver gasped and obeyed with tears in his eyes. Soon, Dana had his arm all the way extended while hers was only halfway up due to their stark difference in height.

“I’m so strong...” Dana marveled.

Oliver couldn’t help but to agree.

“I wonder...” Dana’s pussy began to burn like molten lava as she anticipated what she was about to do.

“Dana?” Oliver feared for his life.

Letting go of his arm now, Dana placed both her hands on Oliver’s shoulders. He sensed imminent danger and tried to duck out of the way, but Dana leaned forward, closing the narrow gap between their bodies and pushed her breast into him. With no space behind him, Oliver found his face smothered by Dana’s new, incomparable, lush cleavage.-—and it hurt! That sexy gap was so narrow, and squeezing his cheeks so fiercely! Every subtle motion, every little jiggle of her breasts felt as if he were receiving a vicious punch from a boxer. But it was just Dana’s tits!

“Dana!!” Oliver wheezed. “Can’t... breathe...!” he begged into her sexy cavern.

“Holy hell!” Dana laughed, her breasts completely unrelenting as Oliver’s body was forced to tremble along with her laughter. “This is real!”

Oliver’s tear-streaked face gave her all the feedback she was looking for. As well as his angry erection now poking insistently at her thigh.

“And you really didn’t do something to make me this way? You don’t write these stories? Didn’t make a wish for me to become fucking superhuman?” She let up for a moment as she slipped her arms down to his side, gripped his hips strongly, then hefted him off the floor with a bit of effort.

His feet dangled in midair as Oliver’s face was now level to hers. And then she leaned in with her breasts once more, mashing her chest into his.

“Nnnn!” Oliver shook his head as Dana pressed a little further. His ribs began to creak.

“Oh yesss!” Dana hissed, swaying her breasts side to side.

Oliver’s face suddenly morphed from one of pain to pleasure. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as Dana’s profound sexuality tipped him over the brink of a violent orgasm, even as her bosom was brutally punishing him! She could feel the trembling in his groin as she shifted her thigh over that damp stain.

“Oh my god, and you came too!” Dana cackled, not betraying how fucking turned on she was herself.

Oliver continued to shudder as Dana held perfectly still. He could barely draw breath against the force of Dana’s chest, and it only served to intensify his earth-shattering pleasure as every last drop of semen roiled through his shaft. Even after he was done, the feel of Dana’s power nearly breaking his body made his stiff penis continue to twitch violently, continuing to ejaculate well beyond his limit.

“All done?” Dana cooed.

Oliver’s eyes snapped back as he looked upon his fuck friend in fear. His face was turning blue.

Dana leaned in just a bit more. She knew she might accidentally break him, but she couldn’t help but find it utterly thrilling. To dominate and damage a man’s body by just pressing on him with her breast...!

“Mnnnn!” Oliver’s eyes grew wide with panic as he felt a rib shatter.

“Oh my god!” Dana exclaimed! But she didn’t feel regret. Not really. What she felt was unbelievable arousal.

Still, she backed off. Oliver clutched at his chest where all the damage had been done.

“Dana... you’re... you broke...” Oliver looked at her in fear.

“That’s not a problem, is it?” Dana tossed her hair back with a flourish. “You’re not even going to tell anyone.”

“What do you mean!?” Oliver gasped. “What are you going to do? Kill me?”

Dana’s eyes sparkled as she gazed down at her prey. “Don’t tempt me. No, it’ll be much more fun, I think.”

Suddenly, despite all of the beauty that Dana was displaying, her breasts became Oliver’s entire focus once more.

“No...” he begged, knowing what was happening. But as soon as he protested, his willpower melted away, completely destroyed by the jutting twin spheres that beckoned him to look. They were so luscious, so full, so magnificently curved in that beautiful body conforming beige dress. Their effect when covered up even seemed to add to her appeal more than being allowed to see her in the nude.

Soon, Oliver was a drooling idiot. A drooling idiot with a broken rib.

“You won’t tell anyone about this,” Dana ordered.

“I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Tell me truthfully. Did you like your orgasm from my crushing breasts?”

“Yes. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”

“Is it worth the pain?”

“No.”

Dana clicked her tongue.

“Well, you’re still coming along with me on my little superpowered, sadistic adventures. Got it? But you’ll never report me to anyone.”

“I’ll never report you to anyone.”

Dana snapped her fingers.

“Dana, please have mercy...” Oliver begged. He knew everything Dana had done to him, how she could make him obey her. And it was making him hard once again.

“Mercy? We’ll see...” Dana smirked. “Now come here and eat me out. Breaking you with my tit has made me so fucking horny!

She sat down on a crate, leaned back, and spread her legs. Her dress fell to the sides, almost with a mind of their own, revealing her fresh, hairless, beautifully glistening snatch.

Oliver, of his own mind, painfully limped forward, knelt before her, and started to lap her sweet nectar...