Accept the uniform...

You can't help but be intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. Sure, all this special uniform stuff is a little suspicious, but the thought of walking around with all that power... Who knows? Maybe you'd be as strong as one of Satsuki's Elite Four! The possibilities are endless with this thing in your life!

After a few minutes of daydreaming, you realize that Lady Satsuki is still waiting for you to make a decision. You eagerly accept her generous offer, ready to start your new life at Honnouji Academy. Lady Satsuki seems quite pleased to hear your answer.

"Splendid," she says, folding her fingers together. "Now, why don't you try it on?"

At her suggestion, you begin to pull off your outermost layer of clothing and quickly change into your new uniform. You can already feel an immense power flowing through you, and you haven't even completely finished changing.

"Now then," she whispers in your ear, catching You off guard. You aren't sure how she was able to get so close without you noticing, but the way she's looking at you is starting to make you uncomfortable. "Before I let you walk out of here with that Goku Uniform, I need to make sure you can put it to it's proper use."

Suddenly, you feel something pawing at your groin. You look down to see Lady Satsuki's hand cupped around your balls, massaging them through the fabric of your pants. You give her a bewildered look, causing her to laugh. Soon her fondling has turned into full on stroking, and you notice yourself steadily growing in her grip.

"Don't disappoint me..." she coo's, her hot breath blowing into the crook of your neck. With that, she snakes her hand down the front of your pants and takes your bare flesh into her hand. You hear her giggle as you shudder at her touch before she resumes her stroking with vigor. You start to feel a strange burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, and you fall to your knees in pain. Lady Satsuki's giggles have turned into full blown laughter as she watches your face contort in pain. Your cock is throbbing in her hand, spasming violently each time her fingers touch the tip, and you feel a carnal urge welling up inside you.

"Come now, show me that you possess the power to wield my uniform," she growls as she jerks you off.

Something in her voice throws a switch in the back of your head. You don't know if it's her daring you to ride to the challenge or if it's just her squezing your dick like it owes her money, but whatever it is, it causes you to lose any semblance of self control. Like a bolt of lightning, you throw your hand out and grab her by the wrist, stopping her hand job dead in its tracks. She let's out a confused hum as you pull her hand away from your cock, but a smile starts to form on her face as she notices the ravenous look in your eyes. A satisfied chuckle escapes her lips at first, but her eyes widen when she suddenly finds her back against the floor with you hovering above her.

You quickly reach down and part her legs, not even slightly concerned about whether or not the Student Council President will aprove of what your doing. Your vision is blurred by red flashes as you hike her skirt up and pull her panties to side, exposing her moist lips. It looks like working you over had a positive effect on her as well! You waiste no time in lining yourself up with her entrance, then, with a strength and speed you never knew you possessed, you slam yourself all the way inside in one swift movement. You can hear the sound of her breath getting knocked out of her as you enter her, like the sound a basketball makes when you poke it with something sharp. You take no interest in her current state of well-being, however, and continue slamming away to your heart's content.

You feel her arms shoot around you as she locks them together behind your back. Her sharp fingernails dig into your flesh as you mercilessly pump in and out of her.

"I-impressive..." you just barely hear her stammer in your feral state. After a few moments, you feel the life returning to her body now that she's had time to get used to your size.

"But you'll need to do better than that if you wish to take down Satsuki Kiryuin!"

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist as she begins to pull you in deeper. With each thrust, you feel her move back against you with a will as fiery as your own. Perhaps even more so. The two of you continue to hump against one another, until you feel a strange tingling in the base of your shaft. A burning desire to blow your load suddenly takes hold of you. You cuntinue crashing your hips into hers with increased speed, **** to paint her insides white with your seed.

"That's it... Cum for me!" her voice echoes throughout the room. Her words are the last straw, sending you over the edge. You give one last hard thrust, burying yourself into her to the hilt, and let out the biggest, hardest orgasm of your life. Your cum hits her inner walls so hard it's almost audible. You hear her take a deep breath before letting out a guttural moan as her own orgasm washes over her. After almost a minute you feel your the last waves of your orgasm subside as you collapse on top of her. Finally, you start to feel like your old self again. You sit there for a few seconds, catching your breath and relishing the feeling of her breasts heaving against you as she does the same.

"Congratulations," you hear her purr as she rolls you off of her. "You pass."

You're not exactly sure, but you think you heard her tell you 'you passed'. You can't help but to second guess your hearing since the blood is only just now returning to your brain. You look up at Lady Satsuki, who has already risen to her feet and pressed the wrinkles from her clothes, and wait for what comes next.

"What are you still doing here?" she asks, her voice suddenly returning to its previous state of coldness. You look at her with a confuddled expression as you sit on the floor with your junk still out.

"Perhaps you didn't take my meaning. Get out," she says, raising her voice slightly. You quickly jump to your feet and yuck yourself back into your pants before zipping up your fly and bolting out of the room. Your mind was racing with a thousand questions, but something told that she wasn't going to repeat herself again.