Meanwhile, on the bus...

"University, it'll be so much different than high school," Sarah thought, "what a load of crock", as she depressingly stared out the window. She'd somewhat hoped maybe, she'd have had an intense fling, found a crush in the first week or two, hooked up, made out. You know, the whole "college finding yourself" experience. Though she sat alone on the bus, staring out the window, as the familiar trip outside her window passed by.

Yet, despite being a chance to start fresh, to be seen as one of the cool kids, sadly her incredibly thin frame, awkwardness around others and overall vibe, somehow let everyone pick up instinctively, she was a nerd or one of the uncool kids. Why did that taint seem to follow her? She tried to be friendly, sweet, act bubbly like the cool kids did.

It was like they could tell she was on the Chess team in high school. Maybe if she had some endowment up top, she'd consider it worth taking the time to work on her butt. *Sigh*. She knew she didn't get that romance-experience because every time she turned side ways, she virtually disappeared. Both her and her mother were that way growing up.

Though her mother though, when she became a real estate agent and started taking all these classes about "selling yourself", began to spent ample hours in the gym developing a really nice curve to her butt. That butt had probably sold more houses than her mom did. She just puts in on a giant posterboard and men select her to tour houses with, you know, the none-the-wiser wives.

"Maybe, I'll have to do that too," wistfully thought Sarah as she starred out the window, at least appreciating the silence the empty seat next to her brought.

Just think, if her mother had been blessed upstairs too, she'd probably be the number one realtor in all of Florida, sigh and maybe I would have something upstairs too.

"University, it will be so much different than high school," though Sarah, "what a load of crock". She couldn't believe what Dwayne just asked her to do, here, in semi-public; though it was so in line with her "college-experience", it didn't shock her one bit. Yet, with his endowment, she couldn't deny him anything he requested.

As she sat next to Dwayne, she shifted in her seat, kneeling on it and started to unbutton and unzip his pants with both of her hands. Just like high school, Dwayne was in her college and he was still obsessed with her, just because of the way she looked; he's so shallow and superficial.

Going down on Dwayne was nothing new though, she thought as she freed his mammoth cock. Incredibly thick and long, it had to be ten inches long and nearly the size of a coke can. Licking the tip of his cock delicately with his tongue, she prepared it and made it nice and wet, just as she'd been formerly instructed to do, preparing it for its journey into her throat.

"Babe, its a long trip, let's make this last. Spend like the first hours just suckling my balls," grinned Dwayne as Sarah groaned in displeasure internally. Never one to express it and give him the satisfaction of knowing how much some of the things, she asked him to do pissed her off. She'd made that mistake one time explaining oral sex was one of her least favorite acts to do. Now, he made her do it all the time.

Suckling his balls for hours would just mean, there would be more of his vile tasting cum to swallow. All of his mountain dew and other things in his diet, just contributed to his overall lack of attractiveness, from his giant gut to his greasy hair; he was a super nerd through and through but also a slob of one. It also meant anything he spewed in her mouth was disgusting and it felt like the only time his dick was clean was after her mouth had gone down on it. Did he even shower this morning?!

At least now, she was experienced and her jaw was used to taking a ten-inch object which could be mistaken for three soda-can stacked on top of one another. So many hours practicing had blessed her with that.

She spent more time going down on Dwayne in the library, under his study desk probably with feet sticking out for everyone to see, while he studied than she spent in her own classes and was on the verge of flunking out. She failed 1 out of her 5 classes but thankfully the other 4 were with Dwayne so even if she was distracted, by orders to pretend to be madly in love with him, you know like playing with his hair, stroking his thigh, and being dotting, she at least was in the same room as the lecture and could hear it and half pay attention. At least in these classes, she'd allow him to do her homework so he could copy. Some of these first year courses were so easy but her GPA was barely above the academic probation mark, as the little time not doing assignments for him or roleplaying the perfect gf, was spent doing this very act. Sadly, her one failed course was an important mandatory course which meant she'd have to spend another year at university.

Junior high school had pretty much started off with him leering at either her tremendous breasts or her awesome ass -- one a gift passed down from her mother's amazing genetics, the other a hard-earned ass in the gym. Poor creep never having the courage to even talk to her, he sure took the time to show up to every practice and "support the team" from the benches. Mostly on his phone -- but she was pretty sure -- from the angle a few times, he'd taken pictures of the squad -- ewww. Her only hope was he was jerking it off to Michelle the co-captain and not her. I mean, he could be into Black women.

Quite frankly, he gave all the women the creeps. What was the most disturbing part in her opinion, was the way day after day, sometimes his bulge seemed to be growing larger and pretty quickly in junior high. He was maturing a lot faster than the other boys and it gave him this confidence, cocky attitude like he deserved sex; despite lack of grooming, working out, leering, treating women like objects, yadda yadda yadda.

She was pretty thankful when they reached high school, she'd gone off to a charter school and he had to stay in public school. Once you lost the draw and didn't have the academic performance to get into the charter school, that was pretty much it. So those daily leers that made her and the other cheerleaders day-nightmares, if that was even a thing stopped. So that bulge if it ever passed *the threshold*, she would be someone else's problem. "Some poor woman," she thought. As Dwayne became out of sight, out of mind, it felt to her like he was a thing of the past.

"That's it, take it! Cum!!" demanded the young man as he plowed deep thrust after thrust into the woman whose eyes were rolling back in her head, "You love this, don't you?"

"No, its way too BIGGG!!" the woman practically shouted as she climaxed again, "No....foreplay, painful" replied the older woman spread across the large mahogany desk with her back against it. Rocking in time with each thrust deep inside her, hitting her cervix. She'd thought he'd be short lived on stamina being just a teenager, but it had been fifteen minutes and he was still going strong.

The high school geeky teen smirked, "Tough for you, I'm this hung and you just can't say no sexually to a dick this big, can you? Cum!"

"Yes, I CAN'T YOU FUCKER!" she screamed as an orgasm washed over her, surprised by how visceral her reaction was to the word, even though he'd said it again and again throughout this experience. It was the only relief from the pain of this massive, thick monstrous cock wrecking her insides. It felt like having a baby in reverse. Her only recourse is she only had to do what this student requested during sex and she was at best modestly attractive. Surely, he'd leave her alone and move onto a hotter teacher or someone younger and hotter.

"I've got a trick up my sleeve, you're gonna hate and I'm gonna love using on you," smiled Dwayne. "CUM! Ready for it? All these orgasms have just been to warm up your neurology, make your brain all mushy and ready for what comes next. CUM! CUM CUM!"

Cunningham wondered in horror what Dwayne meant as orgasm after orgasm rocked her and he felt the student slowing, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket and beginning to read.

She couldn't help but reflect how her night had turned upside down so quickly; practically traumatized by it. After a long night, working on finishing the performance appraisals for the annual teacher review, she was exhausted. Just a simple stroll to her car and she'd be at home, able to relax with some wine, cuddle with her cat and enjoy some well-earned rest and relaxation. That was until, young student-aged male came up and seemed to be grasping his paints and keeping them hoisted up by his waist and the other hand contained a belt on it. "Ah, Mrs. Cunningham?", he asked politely and sweetly. I think I recognize you from the charter school website.

"Yes, that's me?" she responded, turning around and sounding a little curious what he wanted. Looking him up and down, he appeared to be in the correct age to be going to her charter school but didn't recognize the kid by age and certainly he wasn't wearing the school uniform. In fact, his pants seemed ridiculously oversized like you'd need a belt just to hold it up. The one in his hand? Even as he was sweet and polite, there was an odd malevolence behind that smile; like a vibe of objectification, as if he felt women were literal walking objects or unaware they had goals, aspirations and feelings. Quite frankly, the kind of student she would hope would get rejected by the Charter screening process.

"Great. You're just who I was looking for. You see, I need to be a student here," he grinned.

Not too surprised, by his eagerness for education, as he did look a little geeky and unkempt in that science-nerd, future-engineer kind of way, she shook her head and responded, "I'm sorry, young-man but the application process clos--"

Horror spread across her face as he let go of both hands and his pants fell swiftly to the ground being several sizes too small and it was clear he wasn't wearing any underwear. The size of it boggled her mind, and left her literately stun. Its sheer girth was enormous and length was at least triple that of any former lover. It was clearly beyond the threshold all women know, where you just can't say no to a dick like that; literately, unable to deny any sexual request given. Here she was a woman about to be violated. "Surely, it will be just this one time," she hoped. The only thing to break her out of her stupor was the student's grin and the words "Let's fuck in your office."

Like that, she dejectedly turned around and started walking back towards her office. It was like an absolute truth as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow that no woman can turn down the opportunity for a dick that big. She had to do whatever he wanted in bed as he was past the threshold. Probably one of just a dozen worldwide. Many of them in prison, behind bars and locked away, guarded exclusively by men for crimes against women. As the student hurried to pull up his oversized pants and limp along as he tried to put his belt back on to prevent it from falling off again.

"Uhh, umm Sir?" asked Cunningham unsure what to call this person who had just fucked her into absolute obedience and **** her to orgasm continuously for the better part of fifteen minutes. He'd never actually said it as embarrassing as that was. She shook him gently by the shoulders, "Sir?" interrupting his sleep.

He woke up rubbing his eyes, reaching his hands up to massage her breasts through her shirt. She immediately tried to pull away. "Bad girl. Don't resist ever," he responded as he ripped her blouse open as retribution and continue to massage her breasts through her bra.

"So, you're done? I'm enrolled and I'm in all of her classes? Awesome. Miss Martin will be here first period in the morning? Fantastic. Good ****, we'll see each other every day!" Dwayne smirked as Cunningham shuddered at the thought. "Just remember, tell nobody about what happened here today and give no warning to the student, Miss Martin or anyone else about my endowment and act natural when we are public except for remaining total obedience; just no need to be bimbo-esque personality."

I think it is about time I take off and head to bed though. I'm getting tired. So last thing, "Get me address of the hottest co-captain on the cheer squad. I think I'll sleep there tonight. After that, we are done and you can go home." "Of course Master, you deserve the best."

Cunningham could barely believe what had transpired. Literately, any single thing he asked, her body obeyed instantly and she was like a passenger in it, stuck helplessly as her body betrayed her mind's screaming for her to stop. It was the most depraved, disgusting, from of total obedience she could imagine. One where she was trapped yet **** to endure all the emotions, sensations and witness everything; like a passenger. The fucking student had found a loophole. A LOOPHOLE. Big dick influence was supposed to be specifically used for sex and only during sexual encounters -- but -- Dwayne had found a way to make it ...permanent. She almost revolted at the memory. It replayed in her head as she drove home in her car. She couldn't help it. It was etched into her brain. Part of her now.

"From now until I cum inside you, I want you to think of nothing but the most depraved way of experiencing total and absolute obedience towards me; where you are completely unable to resist, repress or do anything but immediately act upon everything I tell you to believe, think, feel, do or say, and rehearse the hottest way to express that thought in dirty-talk, to be screamed out upon your next orgasm," huffed Dwayne trying to keep his excitement low as he kept his orgasm in, she was in shock as she felt herself beginning to think those thoughts, unable to think anything else as this was part of a sexual command "and I order you next orgasm to be so powerful, so strong, it etches what you are thinking or saying is permanently into your brain, in a way that is ever lasting, ever present and irrepressible" smiled Dwayne as folded up his paper and placed it back into his pants. He sped up his thrusting, now ready to unleash his load.

"OH GOD, I hate you so much but I'm HELPLESS. OH GODDD, I'M COMING!! I am like a passenger, trapped in my own body, talking your massive COCK! HOLY FUCK!!!, feeling every sensation, hearing everything, witnessing everything, trying my best to STOP STOP STOPPPP ITS TOO MUCH. STOP my body from obeying but its like my mind is disconnected and another person is in control, doing everything you want, to the absolute best of my ability. COMING FROM HOW TURNED ON MY BODY IS. FUCKKKK. See how my wet fucking pussy is thrusting back against your massive cock?! See how it thrusts itself down pounding it even harder against my cervix, filling my body with pain? I'm not doing that. I'm a passenger but see it, hear it. I FEEEL IT AND AT THE SAME TIME, THE SUPER OBEDIENT PERSON OF MY CANT STOP FUCKING CUMMING LIKE AN OBEDIENT SLUT WOULD AS YOU KEEP SHOOTING YOUR FUCKING LOAD INSIDE ME. FUCKKKKK. I can't stop it because I'm your helplessly obedient slut. I even want to put my hands over my mouth or stop speaking BUT I CANT EVEN CONTROL MY WORDS, MY ACTIONS, ANYTHING FUCKKK!!! AND SHE LOVES IT!!" screamed Mrs. Cunningham as she groaned orgasming so hard those words etched itself into her brain, quite literately, until her breath was exhausted panting endlessly.

"Whew, that was a great orgasm, Mrs. Cunningham," smiled Dwayne. Pretty pleased at her ingenuity and unique way of interpreting his command; thinking he might add some of those to his list of instructions. Honestly, most of the depraved ideas had been written by women during this same process. Disappointed she'd seemingly passed out from the intensity.

"Oh well," thought Dwayne, he'd seen it before. It just took a few minutes for them to come around and they were always changed. As he wondered around her office looking at family photos, well cat photos, and her framed degrees indicating the high pedigree of her education, before sitting down in her plush office chair and putting his feet up on her desk and using them to push her off onto the ground on the other side.

Until several moments later he heard a groan, "Oh, Mrs. Cunningham. Back with us again, are you?" in a very pompous attitude one might expect of an old English principal, pulling his feet off the desk and leaning back in his chair once more.

"What...?" she replied trying to get her bearings. "That....can't have worked?" she panicked.

"Great. You're awake. Start crawling over here Bitch. You know, as they lament, a woman's work is never done as I'm sure you're aware of with your *gender studies* degree. This includes cleaning your lovers after sex. When you are finished crawling, get under your desk and start sucking, bitch," replied Dwayne as he listened to the sounds of thumping of hands and feet, as she came around and awkwardly looked at the chair appearing exhausted. "Oh Master, I never though you'd let me suck your cock so soon and give me the privilege of cleaning you!" with a joy as she awkwardly tried to fit herself between the chair and the hole under her desk. Dwayne refusing even to roll back an inch, purposely making it more difficult, enjoying that her words of praise weren't matching what her real-personality, trapped inside was feeling. kneeled before her own chair. His cock still looking larger than her any she'd had.

"Its so big and beautiful," replied Mrs. Cunningham as she stroked her hands up and down it, still wet with her own juices, before beginning to gently suckle each ball and take it into her mouth. Cleaning every portion slowly, languidly and gently, to maximize his pleasure. Noticing it start to rise, she internally groaned while outwardly she expressed her enthusiast by trying to lodge that monster into her throat. "Oh god, I didn't know you could do that!" responded Dwayne to which she responded "Nether did I! I usually only go about half way down a much smaller cock".

"Ha!" laughed Dwayne, "Don't stop till I cum. Swallow it all."

Finally, when finished her task she became in control of her body, "Are we done? or is there anything else I can do?" pleaded an exhausted Mrs. Cunningham as his dick seemed to be at half mast, surprisingly given he'd orgasmed twice already. Fearful at pissing him off and him wanting to test out her final remaining orifice, which she thought would surely hospitalize her or kill her, she played nice. Outwardly, she knew

Stretching and yawning, Dwayne seemed a bit exhausted himself, "Not quite," Dwayne said sending a shiver down Cunningham's spine. "There's a small list of things you need to do. Starting with enrolling me as a student in your system. Also, there's a chick attending this place -- perfect ass, enormous tits -- Sarah. She was a cheerleader captain at my junior high. Do you know her?" asked Dwayne.

Blushing in embarrassment, Cunningham knew exactly who he meant from that description. Even she'd notice and admired her beauty as a straight woman. "Yes, Master," replied Cunningham's alternate personality, now in control as she'd been given a task to do, hurrying to unlock her PC located on the desk, "She's still cheer captain and has continue to develop extraordinarily. I'm sure you'll be very happy taking her as yours. Might I suggest, if that is your plan to also enslave Mrs. Martin whose responsible for the cheer team? It would give you easier access to expose yourself." Screaming at herself, she wanted her to stop helping but she was trying to do her best to follow his commands.

"Fantastic slut, I might just take a nap in this comfy chair. Do not try to hurt, harm or otherwise hinder my plans when you are finished your task in anyway," yawned Dwayne as it was getting late in the evening, "just gently wake me when you are finished."

As Dwayne drift off to a pleasant slumber, he wondered if any of the other extremely endowed men the world, so endowed they reached the threshold had figured out similar tricks. There were probably only a dozen who had both the **** length and girth in that 99.9% threshold where women couldn't say no. Its funny, the threshold response only started happening about 18 years ago; many theories existed why and how the response came to be. Some believed it was divine intervention, some a chemical or viral change, some believed it had existed since the dawn of time and was kept secret like the Illuminati...of huge dickness. There seemed to be nothing remarkable about that day. There wasn't...other than Carl being born and his wish retroactive to then.

After a long period at his own high school of having some of the most attractive women, roleplaying, finding him attractive, being aroused by him and being into him, they started to get wet without him ordering it anymore and they began to treat him as if he was attractive; some even seemed to fall in love, with one of the most ugly, despicable men against all odds.

At some point, Dwayne realized he'd used operant conditioning of pleasure to brainwash these women with the intense, frequent orgasms he ordered them to have during their roleplay sessions. He just did it because it made him feel like a stud to feel their pussy gush or clamp down hard; but what a bonus. After a while, he realized the women started to act in compliance with all the many things he had them scream out as they orgasmed like "tell me you love me as you cum". Women who were repulsed by him slowly found themselves falling in love and treating him that way. Soon they began to orgasm and scream it without him even commanding it.

It took a while of perfecting, both his stamina, ability to last and testing out exact scripts on many women to find the perfect-wording he wanted to give to the hottest woman he'd ever meet, Sarah. He didn't want her just in the bedroom, occasionally, when he could find her. He wanted her on his beck and call, available 24/7, organizing her life around serving him, the way he'd organized his life around leering at her and masturbating to fantasizes of her.