She Does What Her Teacher Asks, Like A Good Student

For Kamala, it felt like she spent an eternity standing before Rob Daily, her teacher and molester, helplessly staring up at him, hands lifting up her skirt to expose her panties, chin held firmly in his hand. A helpless damsel instead of a brave hero, under the sway of his intense charisma and power, helpless but to obey his whims as she futilely struggled.

In reality, she had quickly and meekly agreed to his proposal. Rob smiled and kissed her, very gently, before ushering her out of the school and into his car. No one milling about the school tried to stop them as Kamala was escorted from the school grounds. No one even said anything or looked at them with any amount of conscious interest.

As Rob pulled out of the parking lot, Kamala lingered on the kiss. Even for a **** virgin like herself, she could sense the heat and desire coming from her teacher. He wanted her. And as someone who had been chasing a gorgeous woman so far above her station, it felt good to be wanted, even if the man who wanted her was some sort of pervert with mind control powers. For a moment, her mind imagined what he had planned for her and the other girls in class and she shuddered in anticipation. But was it from fear or from pleasure?

For the totality of the drive, student and teacher remained in silence, though at every stoplight, Rob would place a hand on Kamala's thigh or crotch, continuing his ministrations from earlier. Kamala wanted to clench up and resist, but every rub and stroke caused her entire body to melt and relax, bleeding tension from her and replacing it with the heady sensation of pleasure and delirium.

Eventually, Rob took one of Kamala's hands and wedged it down the waistband of his pants and boxers, until her slender fingers brushed up against his rock hard cock. Kamala felt something wedge in the back of her mouth, even as he fingers reflexively flexed and softly grasped around the penis of her captor. It was so hard, so hot, so thick! He wanted to put this inside of her? Her stomach fluttered worse than any fight or mission she had every participated in, as for the first time since entering Rob's car, since their talk in the class, since his induction introduction video, Kamala had second thoughts about all of this. She needed to find a way out. Find help, find back-up, find-

Rob placed a pair of fingers on her crotch, and all those worries evaporated in a flash of pleasure. Kamala sighed, her grip on the heavy, meaty shaft growing tighter. Suddenly, that thick, muscular rod felt very, very good and Kamala was happy she had size-changing powers.

It actually doesn't matter how big a cock he has... I can fit anything in any of my holes... hehehe... she thought drunkenly as Rob pulled into his apartment building.

Her head still in a haze, Kamala was led into the apartment by Rob. He would be moving into his new place by the weekend, which was good, since he was about to have twenty-eight new slaves join him in obedient, subservient bliss. And no sooner had he entered the front door with his latest servant when Nami and Tifa quickly and enthusiastically greeted him.

"Welcome home Master! How was your first day as a teacher!?"

Taking great advantage of Rob's wish-generated fortune, Nami and Tifa splurged at shops throughout the city, for their own pleasure, but also to make them as beautiful and desirable for their lord and master. Nami was dressed in a dark purple minidress that clung to her curves like a second skin, dangerously short while also showing off enough cleavage to give someone a heart attack. Nami added to her look with enough bejeweled golden jewelry to fill a small vault at Fort Knox - a hairband, necklace, rings, bangles, armlets, and anklets - and a pair of of six-inch tall open-toes stiletto heels (also bright gold). To stand in contrast to the glittering gold, her nails and lips were painted a dark blue, while she wore a seductive and expectant look on her face as she came strutting into the room, swinging her hips in an exaggerated sashay which only served to highlight her **** figure.

While Nami looked like a high-class, gold-digging hooker, Tifa combined her inherent sexuality with her inherent toughness. Her massive mammaries were held in place by a flimsy leather bra, scarlet red, with the only other garment on her torso being a tiny vest, giving her no form of coverage or protection, but also showing off her six-pack abs and toned shoulders. Her bottom was equally skimpy, with a short black leather skirt most sensible women would use as a belt, the blood red thong being visible from above and below. Fishnet stockings clad her thick thighs and muscular legs, ending with knee-high platform boots with a spiked heel. The milky white flesh of her arms were similarly covered in tight leather gloves going up to the elbow, and she finished off her sexy biker chick chic with a studded belt almost as wide as her skirt, and a spiked collar.

Both women quickly surrounded Rob, showing him with praise and love as was their only want now, leaving Kamala out in the cold, the young hero only able to gawk at the two AAA beauties who strutted by and fawned over her teacher. The sensible part of her knew she should be trying to escape, or trying to free these two women who were also obviously victims, but she couldn't help but feel jealous. Jealous that her slender, young, and (to be honest) flat form was stacked up against those two stacked up sluts (a recurring bit of self-consciousness she felt in the superheroine community). And jealous that those two women were clearly so close to Rob, that they shared mutual affection and lust. Jealous that she wasn't one of them right now.

God, get a hold of yourself girl! Rational Kamala screamed to real Kamala, who only stood, frozen, covering her meager assets up, even as Nami and Tifa's eyes found her.

"Oh? And who's this?" Nami asked. "One of your students? And on the first day? So naughty, Master~"

Tifa purred in approval. "She's a real cutie." She said, eyeing Kamala like a piece of meat. Of course, in Rob's perfect harem, all of his lovelies would be bisexual and attracted to one another.

"I, uh... I'm sorry, sir." Kamala mumbled out. "Are these two your... friends? Roommates?" She knew better, she just didn't want to verbalize it.

Nami giggled in response, giving a Kamala a look that seemed to envy her innocence. Or pity her naivete. "No, silly. We're nothing like that. We're Master Rob's sex slaves!"

Tifa nodded in earnest agreement, flashing a cat's smile of intense satisfaction. "We were such bad girls before Master showed up. Then he fucked us silly until we submitted to him. Now, I don't have a single thought in my head except wanting to be his personal fucktoy for the rest of my life."

And there it was. Kamala gulped, taking a shaking step back,

"Don't get the wrong idea, Kamala. I'm not some sort of obsessive, mind-breaking villain." Rob said, almost reading Kamala's mind. "I simply made a wish and was granted it - to have a harem of my favourite women, all for me, and that the universe would conspire to give it to me." Rob broke away from Nami and Tifa's cuddles and sat in his computer chair, slowly unbuckling his pants. "I've lusted over these two sluts for a while. Same as you. I've spent many nights looking at you, drawing you, dreaming about you..." Rob gave a grin, a lecherous, slimy, calming, handsome, desirable, maddening grin, looking Kamala dead in the eyes. "And now I have you."

He hiked his pants down slightly and whipped out his thick, bulging cock, throbbing with need for release, eager to make another dream come true. Then he fell still and silent, putting the ball in Kamala's court.

Kamala's skin could not turn anymore red or flushed, her heart could not beat any faster, and her stomach could not fit any more roiling emotions to upset it. Did she try to flee? Try to fight? Scream and shout? Run to Rob and embrace what he wanted? Cry and beg for mercy? Every option felt good, but also felt wrong, even as Rational Kamala continued to scream and rant that she wasn't in the right mind and needed help. She clutched at her skirt, eyes diverted to the floor, away from her teacher and his awful - wonderful! - vile - heavenly! - thick and heavy - perfect! - bitch-breaking, slut-taming, ****-making, pleasure-bringing cock....

Her head a mess, her body paralyzed, Rob eventually nodded slightly and said, "Nami, Tifa, strip her and bring her here."

The two complied without hesitation, striding to Kamala, who only realized what was happening at the last minute. "NO!" She cried, but it was too late. They were so quick, eager to please and obey, and she was so slow, confused and horny (god help her). Tifa held in ironclad hands - firm and in control, but never enough to hurt Kamala - while Nami worked at stripping her with deftness and precision. In no time at all, Kamala had lost her sweater vest, shirt, shoes, and underwear, bereft of all save her stockings, leaving her totally exposed before Rob's observant gaze. Nami and Tifa kept her in place, raining kisses upon her supple brown flesh, soft and gentle, but enough to make her entire body buzz even more.

"You're beautiful, Kamala..." Rob muttered through a smile, drawing an adorable blush from the young woman. He grabbed his cock by the base, drawing it up to full mast. "Now, come here, sweetie..."

All at once, Nami and Tifa let go of Kamala, backing away and kneeling as they watched the scene play out. Kamala tried to swallow again, but found her throat thick and heavy, her heart trapped within. She tried to move - away or towards Rob, she could not say - but her legs wouldn't answer, knees trembling. Her brain screamed at her to do something, even as simple as cover her nudity, but everything that had happened in the past few hours weighed Kamala Khan down, leaving her like a deer in the headlights, not even aware of the half-nude Rob before her. Not even aware when he sighed and shook his head, standing up.

"I suppose I can't be angry, I imagine your brain is a total mess right now." Rob walked right up to Kamala, and, for the first time, it became apparent to both him and the brain-addled girl just how much bigger he was than her, with her being in the buff and him without bottoms. Again, Rob was a big guy in all three dimensions, thick and stout and tall, but not too tall. But, Kamala didn't even break 5'6", she was maybe 5'5" if you squinted, so Rob towered a half-foot over her. Not to mention her thin, sleek form versus his broad build. It was a total mismatch in sizes every which way.

Which only made Rob enjoy what was to come even more.

Without warning, he grabbed her by her slender hips, quickly raised her up, and then plunged her pussy down on his thick, heavy cock, grunting with effort as he slid her all the way down his girth. Kamala quickly tensed up, gasping, crying, and screaming, her voice thick, as Rob violently pierced her hymen with ease. She whined and moaned lowly, as trickles of virginal blood ran out from her and smeared all over Rob's cock, the bright red standing against the dusky brown and pallid white of their mingling flesh.

"Damn, Kamala, you sure you aren't using your powers, because you are tight!" Rob grunted, quickly cumming into the young woman not too long after entering. He figured he wouldn't use his orgasm control yet, just let the flow of the moment take him, and overwhelm the inexperienced (former) virgin with his endless flow of cum. It seemed to be working so far, as Kamala was bucking up and down wildly, gasping and swearing with the shock that only sudden, intense pleasure could bring.

"And you're so wet, too! Tell me, was that from my touch, or because you're such a naughty little bitch!"

"MMM! Oh god - OH GOD - fu....! Hahahaha..." Was all Kamala could manage at the time, her mind assailed with so much stimulus, she could barely process a thought before a new one appeared.

Rob chuckled, cumming again, thick seed spilling from the tight folds of Kamala's pussy. "You're right. It's both." At the same time, he could feel Kamala's inner walls tightly clench around his shaft, clear vicious fluid ejecting shortly after the tide of cum.

Continuing to fuck the hapless girl without restraint or pause, Rob was confident he had already fully brainwashed and enslaved Kamala just like had with Nami and Tifa, just overwhelming her sense of self with his supernatural charisma and the absurd pleasure he inflicted on his partners, wriggling into the cracks in her mind formed by the introduction video and destroying her will, but he wanted to have some fun. Not just because he had teased her all afternoon, not just because he was enthrall by the size difference, and not just because of the naughty things he wanted to do with her powers, but because he could!

After Kamala's third orgasm, leaving the girl glassy-eyed, sweaty, and smiling like a loon, Rob sat back down, still cradling his newest acquisition on his hips. With much effort, and some assistance from Tifa, Kamala was rotated along his cock one-hundred-eighty degrees, with her now facing the same way as Rob, Rob's chin resting atop the thick, wavy black hair atop her head. Kamala sighed and leaned back into Rob's check, all of her anxiety and confusion melting away, Rational Kamala growing ever quieter, so close to the edge, she couldn't even sense it anymore.

Then Rob snaked his thick, hairy arms under Kamala's thighs and knees, lifting them up so her knees hit her shoulders and her ankles were behind her ears, and then winding his arms under her armpits and and holding Kamala in a full nelson, all of her limbs pinned behind her head. She murmured and stirred in her new position, helplessly trapped within Rob's bear-like strength, even as he stood up, his cock still deep within her.

And then Rob shattered whatever form of serenity Kamala had found with a big, rolling, undulating buck of his hips, throwing his entire frame into the thrust and his cock pistoned deeply in Kamala's warm, welcoming pussy. Like the inexorable rolling tide, Rob moved in a steady, forceful rhythm, pushing himself upwards and pressing Kamala downward, each motion punctuated by a grunt of satisfied effort from him and a low squeal of joy from her.

Eyes rolled back, tongue stuck out, whatever resistance remained in Kamala had been destroyed completely in those first few thrusts. No longer was she plagued with thoughts of hesitation or terror or the desire to escape or fight. Gone was doubt and trepidation. All that remained of the Marvelous Kamala Khan was the desire to love and serve her Master!

"Ohgodohgodohgod!!!" Kamala babbled, her voice thick, as her pussy spasmed in another orgasm, Rob not relenting in his pace. "I was sooooo stupid! Why did I fight this? Why didn't I give in earlier?" She let out a bubbly giggle, a big smile spreading on her lips. "I should have stripped and fucked you the moment you entered class, Master! You're such a hot stud! I looove being your slut!"

"I knew there was a naughty little vixen hiding beneath all that sweetness and shyness. With your powers, you were born for wild, rough fucking." Rob said, with a triumphant smile, overjoyed to have his latest harem ****. "Kamala Cunt! Kamala Cockslut! Kamala Cumdump!"

"Tehehe, that's me! I'm your whore now, Master~ Your broke me, corrupt me, turned me into your hot bitch, and now you're gonna do it to all the other girls! Ooooh~ that's SO hot!"

Kamala came again and this time, with the thought of nearly thirty young sluts throwing themselves at him, Rob released his load, too. Kamala let out a trilling cry of pleasure as even more cum filled her stretchy, flexible Inhuman cunt, causing her belly to bulge out slightly. The sensation of being so full was intoxicating, the pleasure of it combined with her post-orgasm high shorting out her mind, even as Rob gently let her down. Without his stout cock to plug her hole, waves of cum began to expel themselves in a roiling tide, Kamala facedown and ass-up as she debased herself like a total whore.

Rob took a few minutes for a break (Nami and Tifa quickly brought him and Kamala water and some snacks to keep their energy up) and then began to think. He had fucked a woman half his age, successfully broke her and molded her into his eager ****, so now that business was done, it was time to have some fun with his superpowered ****.

"Okay, Kamala." Rob said after she finished her food. "We're going for round two, but we're going to do something different. So I need you to do everything I say, understood?"

Kamala nodded and smiled. "Yes, Master. Anything for you."

"Good. First up, stretch your asshole, nice and wide."

Kamala turned about face, showing off her cute little butt before reaching back, her hands and fingers stretching and distending into long, noodley limbs. With the leverage and strength provided, Kamala's thin, snaky fingers latched onto the circumference of her butthole and stretched it in all directions, muscle and flesh shaping as easy as clay. Within seconds, Kamala's hole was wide enough you could fit a aluminum can in without touching the edge of her rectum.

Rob stood up and approached Kamala, sliding his cock into the cavernous space she had created. "Now, shrink it back down. Fit it so it's nice and snug around my cock, not too tight and not too loose.

Letting go, Kamala's warped, transformed flesh quickly sprang back into place, hands and fingers returning to normal, while her rectum and sphincter turned from gaping wide to wide enough, the rough, muscular opening hugging Rob, but giving enough room that he could comfortably move back and forth while dry.

"Finally, I want you to shrink down. As small as you can get, okay?"

A naughty smile formed on Kamala's lips, as she let out a chuckle. She shut her eyes and concentrated, and before long, her entire body began to collapse in on itself, Kamala going from 5'3" to four-feet, then to three, all while maintaining her proper proportions relative to her new stature. Rob took a seat and, by the time she was finished, Kamala was just a little shorter than two-feet tall, her asshole still clamped around Rob's dick.

The sensation of Kamala shrinking while he was nuts deep in her anus was... purely indescribable, as Rob pushed deeper and deeper into her innards, from rectum to intestines, her flexible, rubbery organs ensuring there would no breakage or damage. For Kamala, she could fee the rock-hard, white-hot sensation of her Master's glorious cock growing, growing growing, as it stretched her entire body with it's girth. It was a mind-numbing cocktail of dull pain and intimate pleasure that made her scream out loud. She wanted it to stop, but she didn't want it to end! Especially when Tifa grabbed Kamala by the air and yanked her back and down, the shape of the tip of Rob's cock jutting out of her belly like she was brown coloured plasticine!

Rob moaned, adjusting his position to be as comfortable as possible. Super stamina or not, he couldn't last long her. "Okay, Tifa. Work her like a sex toy."

Tifa let out a cat-like smile, watching Kamala. Eyes watering, lip quivering, her facial expression contorted into a pained smile. This new girl was going to be fun. "Get ready, sweetie, I'm going to take you for a ride."

Offering no respite or breathing period for Kamala, Tifa pushed her down with all her might, causing Rob's cock to spear through her internal tract. Kamala choked and gasp in shock, before Tifa pulled her back up. And then down. And then up. And down. Again and again. With quick, fluid, powerful movements, Tifa pulverized Kamala, driving her hard with almost sadistic glee. Kamala could let out only gurgles of brainless pleasure, her head empty, as if Master's cock could reach all the way to her head.

Speaking of, Rob was smiling at the extremely lewd and bizarre sight playing out before him. The miniaturized Kamala being split and wrecked upon his cock, wracked with pain and pleasure, his own cock spelunking so deep, he swear he would hit stomach acid sooner than later. It was something he had never experienced - something he never could have without the wish bringing Kamala into his life - and something he would never forget for a long while.

Mercifully, Rob came after a minute of Kamala's torturous fucking, concentrating on an especially thick and volumious deluge of cum, unleashing his seed deep within her bowel, and not relenting until he achieved what he desire. Kamala spasmed from the **** of his orgasm, writhing in Tifa's gasp, as he stomach began to rumble, the sensation of something rising up entering her body. Without warning, Kamala burped, before expelling a jet of hot, gooey semen from her mouth, projectile vomiting cum as if she had been possessed by Pazuzu. Rob laughed, victorious, causing him to focus on producing more and more cum for Kamala, the helpless girl continuing to shoot it from her mouth and nose.

Eventually, Rob had his fill, standing up, Kamala going limp. With a bit of displeasure, he looked at the puddle of hot cum now collecting on his floor. Still some things he had to deal with, even with all his power. With a snap of his fingers, he said, "Clean it up," and Nami and Tifa dove for the puddle in a heartbeat, on their knees and lapping it up with their tongues, like cats drinking from a saucer.

Rob indulged the scene for a moment, before walking to his bedroom, Kamala still lodged on his cock, like a human-shaped fleshlight. At the foot of the bed, Rob extradited himself from her anus, his cock slipping out with a loud POP, before he tossed the doll-sized **** onto the bed, her gaping ruinous asshole staring back at him. Good thing she could simply reshape it back to normal.

"Grow back to normal size, Kamala." Rob said. Much to his pleasant surprise, Kamala responded with a low, throaty groan, wriggling her body as it slowly began to return to normal. Rob had been certain that last bit had fucked her onto unconsciousness.

Kamala was soon back to her full, petite size, but that wasn't good enough for her. If she was going to be a size-changing, shape-shifting sex ****, then she could do so much better for her Master.

Softly, she said, "Embiggen..." her invocation for her powers, as her ass began to swell and shape, turning from a small but tight booty, into a jiggly, peach-shaped work of art! "Embiggen." She said again, and now it was her hips turn to grow, wider and shapelier, to fit that brand new fat ass, and further emphasizing her slight, wonderful curves. "Embiggen!" She said a third time, forceful and wantonly, as her breasts ballooned up. Kamala went from being chairwoman of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee to matching Nami and Tifa with volleyball sized tits and big, protruding nipples the colour of coffee beans.

Kamala splayed out along the bed, posing for Rob, showcasing her new assets, putting on her best seductive smile. "Am I beautiful now, Master?"

"You were always beautiful, Kamala. You've just gone from a lovely young woman to a smoking hot sex pot."

And then he pounced on her and went right back to fucking her. Pushed to her limits, Kamala would pass out within minutes of this new ****, but Rob kept going, fucking her **** body for hours until Tifa called him for dinner.

Rob didn't know what it was - Kamala was far from his favourite girl of all - but there was something about her that made her irresistible. Maybe it's because she reminded him on an ex of his, a shy, sweet East Indian girl from a decade ago. Perhaps it was knowing he was fucking a woman half his age. Or that there was a classroom full of them awaiting the same fate. Or, beyond the school, a world of more babes waiting to be corrupted and fucked. Kamala was just an appetizer to it all.

It was a long road forward, and Rob had a busy week ahead of him, but slowly, he was making steady progress.