Yes, but Slutbunny draws some eyes

Slutbunny's display didn't just keep your attention as you jogged along; her odd posture and, uh... interesting vocalizations kept people looking her way almost every time you passed someone. More than once, you spotted people starting to take out their phones to get a video of the crazy orgasmic running chick, and you made sure to point the fact out to her. "Hey, 'bunny, at this rate you're gonna be a star by the time we get back."

Slutbunny's eyes flicked to you, but she never stopped jogging, her legs continuing to pump along at their supernaturally smooth pace. Between panting gasps, she managed to get out, "That's so - ngh - fucking hot, but - ohh, God - do you really want thaaatttt...mmm, want that much attention?"

You frowned. You didn't, actually, now that she mentioned it. If videos of Slutbunny's behavior started getting around, with you right beside her, the whole thing could spin further out of your control then you'd like. Mostly, people seemed to just go along with the things your power made happen, but not every time; you weren't sure what would happen if it somehow became public knowledge that you had this power.

Fortunately enough, you could do something about that and still have some fun with it. "Good point - Would you rather lots of people upload recordings of you but everyone thinks anything too weird or slutty is just a mundane publicity stunt, or that no one uploads or talks about anything they record of you, they just masturbate to it frequently?"

She groaned even louder, and one hand grabbed at her tits. "Upload 'em, oh fuck!" she cried, obviously cumming again as she did. There was a flash to your right as someone snapped a picture, and you grinned. This would definitely make the rounds on the campus internet, you were sure.

You cruised up to a dorm building, and Slutbunny struggled to grab her keyfob from her purse as her legs kept pumping up and down. Apparently, she couldn't stop jogging until she made it to her room, even if she was just jogging in place. It was pretty funny watching her try to grab at her purse for a moment while twitching and spasming with the pleasure she was feeling, but after a moment you took pity on her and plucked the keyring out yourself, waving it at the building's lock and producing a beep. She immediately slammed the door open and grabbed your arm, literally dragging you with her to the stairs.

As her legs started pumping further up and down to make it up each stair, her moans turned into more of an ongoing squeal, the extra friction apparently doing even more interesting things to her puffed-up and unnaturally pleasurable pussy. Fortunately for her, you only made it up one flight of stairs before she turned on to what you figured must be her floor and beelined for a room just a couple of doors down the hall. You waved her fob at the door lock again, and she dashed inside, though not before you spotted someone poking their head out one of the doors down the hall and looking around curiously.

Slutbunny only made it a step inside her room before she literally fell to the ground, her legs giving out completely. You stepped in behind her, shutting the door quickly as she clutched at the carpet and practically wept her pleasure into the ground. Her legs twitched, but that was the only movement she had left in her, apparently.

Well. For now. You allowed yourself a sly grin and felt your cock throb as you considered her weakly-writhing form. Now you had her in private, you could really start to play with your new favorite toy. The only question was, what to do first?