Seduce a superhero

The students gradually begin to file out, making their way to queue for their mandatory DNA test. It's clear to you that taking the test would be too much of a risk. If they discovered your pheromones, you're bound to be in trouble for how you have used them – even though you could argue they had done most of their work before you even knew they existed. But no, the optics on a **** harem aren't that great. And who knows how the government might probe you, examine you, or even use you in some way to their own murky purposes? No. You decide you will make your own doorway into this superhero world, and Rachel will be the key.

“{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, shouldn’t you be back in line?” Miss Stapleton, the physics teacher, asks. “These tests are very impor-”

“How dare you question your {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif},” you whisper angrily, sending a pulse of your pheromones towards the young teacher, instantly turning her on. Now you've given her perfect skin, eyebrows, and a busty body, she is always a temptation – but you can’t get distracted now.

Miss Stapleton – Janice – whimpers, and bows her head deferentially. “Of course, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif} Abbott, but please fuck me later?” She looks up at you pleadingly, but you decline to respond, preoccupied with your current objective. You stride towards Rachel, who's checking her phone. Two male teachers stand between you, but one strong glance from you and they quickly back off.

“Hi,” you smile. “I’m {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} – can I talk to you?”

“Sure,” shrugs Rachel cheerfully, pocketing her phone. “Ask away!”

Her eyes widen as she notices your {if Futa==true}otherworldly curves{else}powerful physique{endif} and supermodel looks, but nevertheless, you know this is going to be a real test of how much your powers have grown. A stranger, the first you've tried to seduce who hasn’t been bathing in your pheromones for years. You direct all of your mental energy at her, channelling an intense dose of pheromones at your target.

“Actually, I kind of wanted to talk in private with you,” you {if Futa==true}smile coolly{else}grin lopsidedly{endif}. “I know an empty classroom we can use.”

“Okay,” she says, a little uncertainly, but going along with it.

After half a minute’s walk, you are alone with the desks. You check the windows are shut, and begin emanating pheromones as much as you can.

"So, er, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, was it?" You nod confirmation. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"I just wanted to ask, if it was... lonely? Growing up and developing a - well, a superpower?" You sit next to Rachel on the desk, you shoulders and hips touching. She smells of fresh jasmine. "Could you even tell your boyfriend about it?"

"Oh," Rachel covers her mouth as she laughs, "I've never had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend," she adds, in response to your opening mouth.

"No way," you scoff disbelievingly. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror?"

"Um, I've been exercising a bit more recently, if that's what you mean," says Rachel, her cheeks flushing pink. "Once I realised what I could do - who I could become - I started running, and got a gym membership." Whereas before she was leaning a bit away from you, now she seemed to be leaning into you, your pheromones already beginning to alter her brain's chemistry, as her hand brushes against your washboard abs. However, she seems to shake herself out of her stupor. "Is there... a point you're getting to?"

"Well... yeah." Rachel's hand {if Futa==true}slides towards your crotch{else}shifts onto your strong quadriceps{endif}, and you feel an erection ignite at her soft touch. "I think I might have one of those mutations. Maybe extra hormones or something. All I know is, I'm {if Futa==true}not an ordinary girl. I've got a secret. A big secret.{else}big. Very big.{endif}"

Rachel's vivid blue eyes flick down to where her hand touches your growing tent, then back to you in a question. You nod slightly in confirmation. For the first time, you see desire crossing her innocent features.

"Oh, and I suppose that could also explain your..." she {if Futa==true}gestures at your impressive bust and strong, toned arms.{else}tentatively rests her other hand on your bicep.{endif}.

"Muscles?" you prompt, with a teasing grin.

Rachel lets out a shuddering breath, then smiles up at you. "...Yeah. Umm... have you had any problems at all? Any other effects?" She's now practically clinging to you, intense ardour writ plainly across her face.

You give one last push of pheromones. "Well, I do need more... stimulation, than most {if Futa==true}girls{else}men{endif}. Satisfaction is hard to come by."

"Let me try," Rachel breathes, then seizes your head and presses her lips desperately against yours. The young would-be-superhero kisses you with unbridled passion, her hands exploring your {if Futa==true}Amazonian{else}ripped{endif} torso, her hips grinding against your erection. For never having dated, she's quite the kisser, and it's all you can do not to lose yourself in the sensation of her lips, tongue and mouth dancing in partnership with yours. Hungrily, you pull her waist closer and run a hand through her luscious, silky hair, holding her head as close to you as possible. Rachel's eyes are closed in bliss, but they fly open as your left hand slips under her top and finds its way to her breasts.

"Oh yes," gasps the teen, nestling her head on your shoulder as you squeeze through her bra. "Oh, fuck yes {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}."

"That's a dirty word for such a pretty mouth," you tease, now fondling the other tit. Rachel doesn't respond, gasping at the stimulation.

Suddenly your shirt rips itself to shreds, allowing your partner to mindlessly caress your {if Futa==true}soft tits and suck on your puffy nipples{else}muscled back{endif}. A second later, Rachel's telekinetic powers does the same to her superhero costume, exposing her simple white bra to you. As you both pause, pulling back to look at one another, you see that the spark of desire in Rachel has grown to an insatiable carnal lust, as she dives back into the kiss. Your hands explore every square millimetre of her sexy stomach, back, chest, shoulders, collarbone, somehow finding time for an expedition to squeeze her toned thighs through her tight jeans.

"Please - take me -" Rachel gasps between kisses. "Make me - yours - fuck me - real good..."