Seducing

If one could possess the magical power to perfectly see the interior of Samantha Silva's mind, one could easily write a book. To put it simply, it was like a majestic, shining, and ostentatious castle, with each door representing a part of her personality.

But abruptly, and without being able to stop it, a black mist spread at an alarming rate, contaminating everything it touched, corrupting every hallway and every room it entered, deforming the castle into something even more perverse.

Of course, that dark mist could be nothing other than Ted Thompson's Adonyx Pheromones taking over her brain. All of this happened so quickly that not even Sam herself could accurately perceive the changes... and that brings us to the next scene.

Because in the real world, the supposedly upright and disciplined Council President was at her lowest point. She had stood up, walked around the room with infinite sensuality, and pressed herself against the greasy back of the only spectator there.

“Hmm... Sindy and Tammy are just kids... Sniff... They might be good for passing the time, but... Sniff... they won't be able to unleash your true potential... Sniff, sniff... both of them can't hold a candle to me,” Sam purred, inhaling the fat man's sweat with great ****.

She rubbed her voluminous breasts against Ted's back, moving them up and down with astonishing calm, as if she had all the time in the world. Somehow, she managed to quell her terrible urges to prioritize turning him on and convincing her man.

“Those girls... Sniff... Yes... I've dominated those girls for a long time... Grrr... they're clumsy... childish... Sniff, sniff... and above all, they're novices.”

While he continued to belittle the girls he once loved, Sam began to lick Ted's shoulder, savoring even more the exquisite essence that now ruled his mind.

“Ahh... Grrr,” Ted gasped, unaware.

That sound, along with the slight tremor in his broad body, were the signs the young woman desperately craved. Although the fat man hadn't said anything, with that gesture, he was telling Sam very clearly that she was on the right track.

She had never flirted with a boy before, nor had she even imagined doing so. She completely hated them, especially Ted. But all of that was completely forgotten; her greatest concern at that moment was to warm up the enormous source of that splendid aroma as much as she could.

She simply let that voracious lust within her decide, letting all those primitive instincts she had denied for years take control of her actions. After all, that's what her sexy body had been sculpted for...to excite her ideal man.

"Mmm...Ted...Sniff...Sniff...my fat Ted, I know what you're thinking...that for a long time I've been a very bad bitch to you...oohh...OHHH...I've insulted you...offended you...mmm...belittled you...and that's why I don't deserve you," the President whispered, letting her words mingle with her licks.

The fat man turned his face, showing how much Sam's treatment was affecting him. He bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans, instead breathing heavily.

"So...what are you going to do to...change him?" he said with considerable difficulty.

Sam responded by hugging him tightly, digging his nails into the young man's extensive skin.

"Deep down, you know it very, very well, Ted...Sniff...what a delight...Sniff...your dark heart yearns for it like crazy...OHHH...Punish me! **** is what you need...Sniff...make me suffer, show my body and soul who's in charge...ayyy...imagine all those bad things I did to you and use them as motivation to fuel your desire," Sam gasped.

The fat man's eyes widened, and his mouth formed a big O; he couldn't hide his disbelief. A few days ago, a situation like this would have been unthinkable for both him and the young woman. Samantha Silva, 24 hours ago, wouldn't have recognized her current self. She would have been disgusted by the lustful creature she was transforming into, but that didn't matter today either.

The president had an obligation to finally convince her man; she had to dispel any doubts he still harbored. She quickly circled him, standing in front of him, bent over, and leaned back as far as possible, pressing her ass against that meat stick she hoped to obtain.

"Come on, you damn fat pervert... DON'T THINK ABOUT IT ANYMORE, JUST DO IT!"