To her dorm, and you make the walk more fun

Serena - no, Slutbunny was practically dragging you down the path, a wicked smile on her face. Her enthusiasm was hot as hell, but now you'd let her get off the bench and her calm fell away entirely, you couldn't help but want to remind her who was really in control here. You thought about it for a sec as you followed behind her, then decided on an idea and said, "Hey Slutbunny, would you rather your pussy lips grow so big and sensitive they rub together and make you cum if you walk too fast, or have your feet get locked into heels so high you can't take any big steps without losing your balance?"

She looks back over her shoulder, surprised but clearly enjoying the game getting more interesting. "No way does that actually work, I'm calling your bluff. I'll take the pussy thing."

Immediately, she stopped dead and gasped, her hands flying to her crotch. "Whoah, what the-"

Her face scrunched up in confusion, and you smirked at her, stepping up casually to her and gesturing towards her hands. "Might want to be careful there, that's bound to take a minute to get used to."

She flashed you a look that was equal parts frustration, confusion, and lust. "No fucking kidding, dude!"

Looking around quickly and seeing no one else on the path at the moment, she pulled you close. "Cover me for a second, I totally have to see this."

As discreetly as she could manage, she pulled the hem of her dress up and stared down at herself, eyes widening in amazement. Her pussy was swollen hugely, making it obviously visible. The lips were bulging out so much, her labia were practically engulfing her cute little panties.

"Holy crap," she muttered, her hand slowly moving towards her newly puffed up lips like she was in a trance.

"I wouldn't," you said, just before her hand brushed up against her engorged cunt, and she convulsed, practically swooning into your arms with a cry of pleasure.

She just hung there for a few seconds, face pressed into your chest, shuddering with sensation. When she'd caught her breath, you slowly and carefully helped her back upright, making sure she wasn't going to fall down if you let her go. She wobbled a bit, but spread her arms and took a deep breath. "That is...I mean, wow. I knew this was gonna be crazy, but that's just..." She shook her head, an amazed smile getting wider on her face. "Seriously, wow!"

You grinned back. "I know, right?" Your grin turned evil as you gestured down the road. "Now get a move on, we've got business to get to."

Her mouth opened like she was going to protest, but then she bit her lower lip and nodded, her eyes burning. "Yes, sir."

Unf. Nice touch, you thought appreciatively, as she turned back around and started moving - slowly. After the first few steps, she seemed to find a rhythm, and walked a little faster. She was still definitely moving slower than before, though, at a pace that could charitably be called a 'mosey', and you strolled along beside her, hands in your pockets, watching her. With every step, you could see her shudder ever so slightly, her breathing coming shallowly. Once, her foot caught on one of the paving stones and she stumbled just a bit, taking two quick half steps to catch her balance. She gave a little squeak and stood up straight, her hands opening and closing helplessly. After a moment, she licked her lips and shot you an absolutely smoldering look, then very deliberately started walking again, maintaining eye contact with you for a few steps, then turning her concentration back to her feet.

Wow, you really hit a gold mine with this girl. You'd barely messed with her head at all and she was seriously down for this. Hard to say why, exactly, but that was somehow just as hot as taking direct control was. Variety is the spice of life, I guess, you mused, watching Slutbunny take a step just a little too fast and need to stop for a second, her legs spread wide. Still, hot as this was, you didn't want to take the rest of the day just walking. Time to cheat again. "You're being a great little trooper, Slutbunny, but I'd say we need to pick up the pace a little."

She looked over at you, her face playfully incredulous. "Um, okay, but I think I'd mostly just end up writhing around on the ground out here."

"Heh. Tempting, actually, but no. Let's try something a little more interesting. Would you rather jog safely all the way to your place and have the pleasure hit you all at once as soon as you get through the door, or feel the pleasure the whole way but be unable to stop your legs moving on autopilot?"

Her eyes fluttered shut as the realization of what was about to happen hit her, her hands moving in distressed little flutters. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and said, "Autopilot."

With that, she started bouncing down the path, almost immediately groaning out her pleasure before she clamped her mouth shut, quietly whimpering.

You started jogging along behind her, glad she was short enough you could keep up pretty easily with your longer gait. She squeaked again, and you watched her hands grab at the front of her dress, moving totally incongruously with her smoothly pumping legs, and her lips broke open as she moaned aloud, her breath coming in gasps that had nothing to do with the exercise, and you grinned again; should be a fun little afternoon stroll.