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Girls’ Locker Room

Rumors of a new, blazingly hot and still haughty and arrogant Dana Patrick Sawyer had already circulated the entire school grounds. Even the teachers seemed to be giving her a wide berth despite her unruly attitude—sometimes even going so far as to obey her commands for some reason!

And she was dressed to kill. So many of her classmates tried to surreptitiously take pictures of her, no doubt for some nefarious purpose later (or even immediately for some of the weaker willed ones) as they succumbed to her beauty and their own raging hormones.

So after a few more boring school periods where Dana showed up and either had Oliver on his knees and fingering her as all of the teachers simply did their best to ignore it as her classmates writhed in lust, or simply sat there playing on her phone which included reading erotica and enjoying lewd art, it was finally time for some of Dana’s actual favored after school activities: track and field.

She had a feeling she would easily make varsity. But that wouldn’t be a surprise—the stunning redhead had always taken supreme care and exercised great discipline in maintaining and growing her fitness. And now, she was fucking superhuman.

It actually sounded... boring. What was the point?

Then, a light bulb flicked on in her perfect head. What if she drew some inspiration from some power fetish erotica?

The fun was in the disparity. The control. And Dana already outclassed everyone, and as far as she knew, she couldn’t grant herself more power. Oh god, could she!? That would be so fucking hot! But no, for now, self-improvement for Dana was a bit of a strange issue.

So where did that leave her?

Using and abusing all of the other athletes and injuring or crippling them before their tryouts. And then when the time came for schools to face off, she could have her way with entire opposing teams before the actual event. She might not be able to drain other people for her own gain, but she could still wither them away with her unstoppable power.

Dana licked her lips as she laughed deeply from within her gut, genuine and full.

“What are you planning, Dana...?” Oliver moaned as he followed obediently behind her. “C-could you... heal me... for my lacrosse tryouts?” he begged.

“Haha! As if!” she laughed.

“But not just my rib... my hands and wrists are so sore, from, from...” Oliver winced as he tried to flex his joints. “Your...”

“Say it, you fucking wimp!” Dana spat impatiently.

“Your pussy was too tight, too firm for me! You... you squashed my fingers inside of you! I think you strained something!” he moaned.

“No shit, dumbfuck!” Dana laughed. “You should be thankful I didn’t break all of your bones as I came! Do you know how much that ruins my fucking orgasm?! Having to control myself like that?! You thought the way I was squeezing you was bad, the next time I’ll really let go and crush your fingers into a fucking blood and bone smoothie!” she growled.

“Please Mistress, no...” Oliver whined.

“I won’t give you a nice little kiss either. You can just live with your mutilated hand and fucking come every time you look at your gimpy club because you know I destroyed it with my sweet pussy! Or did you forget how much I made you come as you ate me out?”

Oliver had no words.

“So shut the fuck up, my little sex slave. I’m gonna do you a favor! But I think I’ll start on my side first...”

Dana gave Oliver a gentle push with her arm, which sent him flying and screaming toward the boys locker room. He slammed into the brick wall back first and slid down to the floor, heaving as the air evacuated his lungs. When he managed to get the stars out of his head, Dana had already vanished. He grimaced as he stood up, clutching his broken rib which his lovely tormentress and owner had just cruelly and callously aggravated.

Inside the girl’s locker room, Dana found the regular group of athletes. Morgan, Emma, Zoe, familiar faces to her. A bunch of new freshman girls too...

“What, are you going to some sort of business party?” Zoe greeted Dana.

Dana smiled. There was no air of teasing. It was just a friendly joke. Apparently Zoe hadn’t heard yet about how Dana should be feared yet.

“Yeah, shouldn’t you be with Amber and her little circle of butt lickers?” Morgan laughed.

“Funny you should mention Amber. I think our little school queen is going to have some problems this year,” Dana bared her teeth in a beautiful and terrifying smile.

“Ah, uh. Okayyy... you girls better watch out this year! I’ve been working hard all summer!” Zoe changed the subject.

“Me too. And it looks like Dana bulked up. What, you trying out for weightlifting and shotput this year?” Emma joined the conversation.

“Oh, I’ll do it all,” Dana replied offhandedly.

“What?”

“And I’ll be better than everyone at all of it,” she continued to boast.

Emma, Morgan, and Zoe all looked each other and rolled their eyes. Dana had always been... prickly.

“Best of luck though!”

As all of the girls got dressed, Dana took off her thousand dollar designer dress, which reverted back into a tarp. She wadded it into a tight ball with her superstrength, compressing the plastic material into a tiny, dense ball and left it on the floor. Then, she opened her locker by poking the lock mechanism, sending her index finger right through it. The temptation to rip the whole metal door off its hinges and then fashion it into a dildo by stroking it with her hands was tempting... but she wanted to go with a subtler route for now. Dana could save the brute force for all of those supposedly big, strong, boy athletes...

Her gym uniform, a pair of black shorts and a loose white t-shirt with the Hallowed High logo on it were far too small for her muscled legs, voluptuous hips, and ripe, pert breasts at least the size of grapefruit. But she knew that wouldn’t be a problem.

Slipping out of her shoes, Dana extended one long leg, then another, through the elastic waistband of her shorts. As she tugged them up the tanned, satin skin of her limbs, they continually shimmered and shifted to kiss her harder than steel flesh, rising up past her svelte calves, her beautiful knees, and the dense, thickly muscled thighs. Every time the bulge of her luscious flesh threatened to rip the elastic apart, it expanded to accommodate Dana’s perfect body, constantly widening until it hugged her curvaceous hips.

The bottoms of her shorts seemed to be unable to make up its mind. It grew tighter and tighter over Dana’s upper thighs and her pert, high ass. Higher and higher it climbed as the loose stretchy material turned into tight booty shorts, seemingly determined to cling as close as possible to this cruelly beautiful superhuman.

Several of the other girls stared at her in awe, not even noticing how Dana’s clothing was morphing to best show her off. They were too busy staring in deep, burning jealousy (and some with arousal) at Dana’s dramatic profile. Those lengthy legs and arms, her bulging bosom and butt, that amazingly chiseled midsection, and her thin waist that flared out to drool-inducing, sexy hips.

Dana didn’t mind. She loved the attention, and she didn’t even have to hypnotize people with her tits to get their attention! Unfortunately, she was about to cover her upper body now.

Or perhaps it wasn’t so unfortunate. Dana took the cotton t-shirt and raised it above her head, causing her heavy bosom to heave and jiggle as she extended her long, toned arms. Those already full, lush melons grew even riper and absolutely captivated her audience. Then, as she inserted her wickedly fit arms through the holes and let the clothing drape over her heart-shaped face, gliding down her elegant neck and powerful collarbones, her top expanded to allow her wider shoulders to pass through instead of ripping the shirt apart with a little twitch of her arms.

Dana put the shirt on like a sexual act, much like a striptease except somehow far sexier. The sight of that clothing covering her body as she weaved those sexy arms in the air caused some girls to heave with lust as they filled the closed locker room with all of their teenage hormones that only Dana’s sensitive senses could detect. She took it as a mark of pride and continued to smooth her clothing down past her upper body, covering the awe-inspiring globes on her chest.

The shoddy cotton top decided to oblige and cover Dana’s body, slipping over her smooth shoulders before clinging tightly to them to emphasize the beautiful balls of muscles Dnaa sported. But when it got to her breasts, the clothing apparently changed its mind. The fabric was long since done for, resting at the shelf of her bosom as her expanded hourglass frame, extra height, and added curves now protruding off of her chest consumed all of the coverage already. The lower hem crept downward, almost worshiping and shivering in awe as it covered those dramatic slopes. In its desperate bid to get ever closer, it sucked itself onto Dana’s nubile body as if vacuum sealed, making her thick, prominent nipples clearly visible through her thin top.

And then it was done.

The shirt descended no further. It reached only low enough to cover the arbitrary bits of loveliness that society deemed necessary. The rest of her massive, glorious underboob stayed prominently in view. The underside view of her cleavage was just as spectacular, deep, and captivating as the top—a feat that no other girl could ever replicate. Only Dana’s large, heaving, superhuman chest could produce a shape that rounded and unrelenting.

“W-what the hell? What kind of stripper’s outfit is that?!” Amber asked with an offensive tone that clearly attempted, and failed, to mask her jealousy. And perhaps lust.

“What are you working on this year, Morgan? Cross country?” Dana checked her fingernails idly.

“What kind of question is that?!”

“I’ll take that as a yes. So a test of endurance...” Dana smiled wickedly as she turned her gaze upon the poor brunette.

“W-what are you planning?” Morgan was suddenly terrified.

Dana didn’t answer. She sauntered up to her much shorter running mate, placed both hands on her scrawny shoulders, then bent down to kiss her.

“W-what!?” Morgan struggled in Dana’s delicate embrace, but she couldn’t move! She tried to duck out and under, but Dana barely squeezed her fingers, and Morgan could feel the immense pressure and unbearable pain shoot through her limbs!

“How about a kiss?” Dana whispered.

Before Morgan could answer, Dana placed her lips over Morgan’s and sealed them completely. The superhuman redhead easily parted Morgan’s closed ones with her tongue, lightly tapping Morgan’s teeth with just her tip to get Morgan to open up lest Dana knock out her incisors and tear her gums bloody.

Now properly violating Morgan’s mouth, Dana gave her a lusty lick before sucking in. She wasn’t sure it would work, now wasn’t the time to doubt her physical prowess. She inhaled a bit, sucking the air out of Morgan’s lungs as the girl began to struggle and suffocate against Dana’s affections.

Dana struggled not to laugh and also not to overdo it, making sure Morgan was conscious for the next bit. Adjusting her foot, Dana placed it right over Morgan’s toes, and pressed downward with the tiniest bit of pressure.

Morgan saw stars as she felt her two smallest toes fracture under Dana’s dainty foot.

“Have a good run,” Dana chuckled as she broke the kiss and licked her lips.

“Morgan!?” the other girls asked.

Morgan slumped to the floor, unconscious.

“Shotput for you, right, Zoe?” Dana flexed her weaker left arm. Her dense, chiseled, incomparable bicep rose on her arm as her shirt molded itself to that delectable shape.

“What’s going on!?” Zoe backed away quickly.

But Dana was on her in an instant. Her flaming red hair turned into a blur, leaving an easy to follow trail that stopped right in front of Zoe. Dana’s sweet perfume filled the air as the wind followed in her wake, buffeting Zoey and almost blowing her backward.

Before Zoe could fall over, Dana “helped” the girl by wrapping her long, slender fingers around Zoe’s forearm.

Then she tugged.

Zoe wailed in pain as her arm dislocated from her shoulder.

“Good luck with that!” Dana cackled.

“What the fuck!” Emma and all of the other girls made a run for the exit.

But Dana blurred once more and reappeared in front of it. She wondered... she hadn’t really inhaled or exhaled, save for sucking the wind out of their school’s best long distance runner. Could she...?

Pursing her lips, Dana bent at the waist and blew lightly, making sure not to overdo it. It wasn’t time to leave the girl’s locker room a mess of blood and guts.

She was rewarded for her supreme care as a wall of warm wind slammed into all of her running victims. The sound of a rushing hurricane roared through Dana’s perfect lips, sending all of the girls sliding backwards on their feet. The weaker ones who weighed too little to lean into it lost their feet entirely and were sent flying into the girls behind them, throwing them against a wall.

Dana reached out to grab Emma at the front. Her body began to heave from the effort... not of her little exhalation, but from the struggle of suppressing her laughter. The mirth won, and the hurricane was immediately extinguished as Dana’s gentle blowing turned into cruel, full-bodied chortling.

“Long jump? Or was it hurdles?” Dana asked Emma.

Emma didn’t know what to say. She tried to think of something that would get Dana not to hurt her while her terror constantly grew.

“Oh, who cares!” Dana smiled.

She lifted Emma above her head by placing both hands under her armpits and tossing her up into the air. When Emma’s legs flew over Dana’s head, she grabbed the blonde girl by her ankles and spread her arms, forcing Emma into a full split.

Emma screamed in pain as her body was forced to perform a flexible feat that she could not perform herself. Dana laughed as she held the girl aloft like that, the awkward angle and Emma’s struggles to free herself absolutely no obstacle for the superior teenage girl to overcome.

Finally, Dana pushed up with her single left hand, tilting Emma’s weight fully into her right before dropping Emma to the ground on a single foot. The blonde girl collapsed in utter pain.

The freshman that had gathered themselves all looked at the broken girl. Then looked at Dana.

“I’ll deal with you all later. I’ll convince coach to let me run your tryouts,” Dana bared her teeth in a predatory grin. “But we have to make sure to keep this little secret between us, won’t we?”

Suddenly, Dana’s breasts, completely suppressed by her t-shirt, grew overwhelmingly compelling. None of the girls could look away. They felt their minds melting, all thoughts of running or resistance giving way, turning into a blank slate for Dana to program. At the same time, their sex melted as well, dripping with lust at the beautiful sight before them. All of them began to drool.

“So no telling anyone about my superpowers, you hear?” Dana savored her mind control abilities. It was almost better than being physically strong enough to overwhelm anyone with her fingers! She didn’t even have to touch them...

“We hear,” all of the girls droned at once.

“Emma?” Dana looked down at the girl she’d stretched.

“Yes, mistress,” Emma droned. Dana hadn’t even been pointing those killer tits at her, but she was completely enrapt!

“Zoe?”

“Yes mistress!” Zoe gasped. Her good arm had reached into her shorts, and she was touching herself.

“Morgan?”

Morgan didn’t reply. She was still unconscious.

“Eh, this’ll probably work.”

Dana sauntered over to the slumped over girl as all of the other girls remained completely pliable to the hypnotic spell cast by Dana’s tits. She reached down to pick Morgan up and shoved her face into the small gap of her underboob, then imposed her will on the soon to be recovered girl.

Then, she turned off her sexual spell.

“See you all at practice, soon! I’ll make sure we win all of the track meets against other schools, don’t worry! The boys’ teams, however, won’t be so lucky...”

Dana walked out of the room, looking forward to working off the sexual frustrations she’d inspired with her domination and the discovery of her super lungs...