Sandy takes over the university

Mother smiled, clearly pleased with her new creation, and placed a hand on Sandra's shoulder. "Now, my dear Sandy, you have a mission. The university faculty must be corrupted, and I can think of no one better to do it than you. Use your newfound charms, your beauty, and your insatiable desire for pleasure to seduce them, to make them ours. Start with the dean; once she falls, the rest will follow. Ensure they are all properly bimbofied and loyal only to me. Do not fail, my dear."

Sandra, now fully embracing her new identity as Sandy, nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and obedience. "Yes, Mother, I won't let you down," she purred, her voice dripping with submission. With a confident stride, she left the warehouse, her exaggerated curves drawing attention as she made her way to the university. Her first target was the dean, a stern woman known for her no-nonsense attitude. Sandy approached her office, her hips swaying hypnotically. She knocked on the door, and when the dean called out, she entered with a bright, seductive smile.

The dean looked up from her desk, her expression unreadable as Sandy entered. But as their eyes met, a flicker of curiosity sparked in her gaze. Sandy's hips swayed as she approached, her DSLs gleaming under the office lights. "Can I help you?" the dean asked, her voice firm but betraying a hint of intrigue. Sandy smiled, her lips inviting, and leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the desk. "I think I can help you, Dean," she purred, her breath warm against the older woman's ear. The dean's resolve wavered, her cheeks flushing as Sandy's hand brushed against her thigh.

The dean's eyes widened as Sandy's breath danced across her ear, her body betraying her resolve. Sandy's hand slid further up her thigh, the touch sending shivers through the dean's rigid posture. "Relax, Dean," Sandy whispered, her voice a melody of seduction, before she started to massage the dean. Before placing an experimental hypnotic earpiece into her ear.

The dean's eyes fluttered closed as Sandy's breath caressed her ear, her body betraying her professionalism. The hypnotic earpiece was placed gently and immediately began to let out a low hypnotic hum, and almost immediately, the dean's posture softened. Her expression, once firm and authoritative, melted into a vacant expression.

The dean's vacant expression deepened as Sandy's words dripped with sweet corruption. "You will serve Mother now," Sandy whispered, her breath hot against the dean's ear. The dean nodded, her movements sluggish, before a knock on the door could be heard.

The interruption was brief, as Sandy's grip on the dean's thigh tightened, ensuring her attention remained captive. With a subtle smile, Sandy removed her hand, allowing the dean to sit upright, her eyes now glassy and compliant. "Send them in," the dean murmured, her voice devoid of its former authority.

The dean's compliance was evident as she murmured, "Send them in," her voice a hollow echo of its former self. Sandy's lips curled into a triumphant smile as she stepped back, allowing the door to open.

As the door opened, the head of the student council, a sharp-eyed young woman with an air of confidence, stepped into the room. Her gaze immediately locked onto Sandy, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the exaggerated curves and the sultry smile. But before she could speak, Sandy was already in motion, her hips swaying as she approached. The student council head's expression softened as Sandy drew near, her professional demeanor faltering under the weight of Sandy's allure.

"Hello there," Sandy purred, her voice low and inviting. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the student council head's arm, sending a shiver through her. The student council head's eyes fluttered, her sharp gaze softening as Sandy's fingers traced a path up her arm, each touch igniting a trail of goosebumps. Sandy's lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned closer, her breath whispering against the young woman's ear. "You've been working so hard," Sandy murmured, her voice a gentle purr. "Don't you think it's time to let someone else take the lead for a while?" The student council head's breath hitched as Sandy's hand reached her shoulder, the touch sending a shiver down her spine, before she too had a hypnotic earpiece placed in her ear.

As the student council head's eyes glazed over as she fell into a hypnotic trance, Sandy's triumphant smile widened. She stepped back, allowing the young woman to sit down, her posture now slack and compliant. With two influential figures under Mother's control, Sandy felt a surge of power and purpose.

With both women under her control, Sandy reached into her purse, pulling out a sleek smartphone, and opened the WhatsApp application. "Dean, darling," she purred, her voice low and enticing, "I want you to message the faculty. Tell them there will be faculty meeting this evening!" The dean's fingers moved obediently across the screen, her thumbs typing out the message with a newfound sluggishness. "Faculty meeting tonight," she wrote, her voice monotone as she read it aloud. Sandy nodded approvingly, her red lips curling into a pleased smile.

Sandy than turned to the student council head, who sat with a vacant expression, her phone already in hand. "And you, sweetheart," Sandy purred, her voice dripping with sweetness, "tell your members that attendance is mandatory. Make sure they understand... it's in their best interest." The student council head nodded, her eyes glassy as she typed, her compliance evident. As the messages were sent, a ripple of anticipation spread through the university. The faculty, unaware of the subtle corruption that had already taken root, began to prepare for the unexpected meeting.

The faculty meeting room buzzed with murmurs of confusion and curiosity as professors and administrators gathered, their faces lit by the fluorescent lights overhead. The unexpected summons had left everyone on edge, but no one suspected the true purpose behind the gathering. At the front of the room, the dean stood mindlessly. Beside her, Sandy smiled knowingly, her presence commanding attention without a word.

The room fell silent as Sandy's gaze swept across the crowd, her presence magnetic and commanding. The dean, now a puppet under Mother's control, began to speak in a monotone voice, her words devoid of their usual authority. "We are gathered here tonight to discuss a new direction for the university," she droned, her eyes lifeless. Sandy stepped forward, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness, capturing the attention of every person in the room. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small device, pressing a button that emitted a low hum.

The low hum filled the room, a subtle vibration that seemed to resonate deep within the skulls of the assembled faculty. Eyes that had been filled with curiosity and skepticism moments before began to glaze over, their pupils dilating as the hypnotic frequencies took hold. Sandy's smile widened, her lips glistening under the fluorescent lights as she watched her audience succumb to the device's influence. She stepped closer to the dean, who stood like a puppet on strings, her voice monotone as she continued to speak the words Sandy had programmed into her mind.

Sandy's gaze swept across the crowd, her smile widening with each pair of glazing eyes. She stepped closer to the dean, her voice low and commanding as she whispered, "Repeat after me," and the dean's monotone voice echoed, "You will embrace the new vision for this university, a vision of unity and compliance." The words hung in the air like a spell, and the faculty, now fully entranced, murmured in unison, their voices a chorus of submission.

Sandy's voice echoed through the entranced room, her tone smooth and commanding. "Now, my dears, you will all go visit Mother. She has a special transformation prepared for each of you, one that will bring you closer to the vision we all share." The faculty, still under the hypnotic influence, nodded in unison, their eyes glazed with compliance. They rose from their seats, moving in a synchronized manner, their steps slow and deliberate.

The faculty shuffled out of the meeting room, their expressions blank and their movements mechanical. Sandy watched with a satisfied smirk as they filed out into the hallway, their steps synchronized as if pulled by an invisible string. She snapped her fingers, and the dean, still under her control, turned to lead the procession. The group moved through the corridors, drawing curious glances from students and staff, but no one dared to intervene. The hum of the hypnotic device still lingered in the air, reinforcing their compliance. As they approached the exit, Sandy's phone buzzed with a text from Mother: "The chamber is ready. Bring them home."