You walk the block to K Hall, where the main Faculty office is.

You leave Sarah and the drenched KOK sister standing in the quad and walk to K Hall alone. Heading into the building, you notice more than a couple outfits you'd sure like to control. You're kind of on a high-priority mission, about to set in motion steps improve the whole campus, not just one hallway, but the Faculty office isn't going anywhere, so you figure you can spare a moment, at least for this pair of students gossiping in the hallway.

On the left is a soft, girl next door type. Blonde, short with little titties, in a sweater and jeans. Across from her is a brunette friend, with a slightly curvier figure, wearing a tight t-shirt and baggy cargo pants. "Ladies!" You point at them with finger guns, disrupting their conversation. "Tits out indoors, no pants outside, got it?" The girls nod and reluctantly but dutifully remove their shirts. You don't even break stride, but your boner rages against your pants again as your power gets you horny.

"Nice day!" some guy shouts at the chicks as he passes by.

"Bite me!" says the blonde!

As you walk through the door to the Faculty Office, you pop your head back out for one final wardrobe adjustment "He brings up a good point ladies, that rule's not just for today, but for the rest of your college careers, got it?" You don't wait for a response. Everyone seems to get it so far. That thought is still with you as you step into the office and lay eyes your next victim.

The office is a dark room, with wooden walls and wooden shelves. Behind the counter are rows and rows of shelves with files on them. The counter is covered in pamphlets about student activity centers, faculty accolades, etc. Behind the counter is the office staffer. You half-way expected a faculty member to staff the desk. So far you've only tried your powers out on students, but you're still not sure what exactly is meant by 'young women'. No worries, you won't have to figure that one out now, 'cuz this chick is none other than Student Council Secretary Kimmy Baker. She's a senior, so she's definitely still subject to your powers. "Hi, Kimmy Baker, right?" You're staring at her huge boobs.

"Yeah, right up here."

"Oh sure, sorry, it's just that I'm John Doe, the Clothing Controller, and I was just imagining how we might improve your outfit today." You gesture with your fingers for her to lean forward, so she rises from her chair, giving you a full view of her smoking hot body. She must be 36, 24, 32 with D or maybe DD Cups in front. She's got on a shapeless flower print blouse, loose and ruffly everywhere except where her tits fill it out. It's tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt with a houndstooth pattern. All black, white, and grey. We can definitely improve this. You finally look up from her body to her face.

"Yeah I know who you are, but like you don't have to be all pervy about it you know." Damn, this bitch is asking for it! You came here on a mission, why couldn't she just be happily compliant like that no-name sorostitute you met earlier?!

"Alright Ms. Baker. I came here to discuss policy concerning faculty wardrobe adjustments, but now I see policy regarding Student Council members' wardrobes is perhaps needed more urgently. First things first, no Student Council member shall wear any top! I think that's a good place to start. You can keep your bra, for now, though." She groans and starts removing her blouse. Next to the flyers on the desk and some framed photos of Kimmy and her friends, you see a jar of office supplies. You remember Sarah's beautiful tits barely covered by the post-it notes, and it dawns on you. "We'll continue modifying your outfit from there, Ms. Baker." She's drops her blouse on the counter in front of her, and awaits your next command, massive tits right there within your reach.

Another item within your grasp calls your attention away, however, a pair of office scissors on her desk. You snatch them up and quickly snip a little circle out of Kimmy's bra where you imagine her nipple should be. It was a hasty cut, and you kinda miss, so you hold her steady by grabbing her right boob in one hand while you perfect the little bra window with a few more snips of your other hand. "There we go, much better." Kimmy Baker's areola is darker and larger than you expected. You get to work on the other side while you recite your new requirement: "No Student Council member shall wear a bra or bikini top without nipple-holes cut out of it"

Once you're finished, you step back and admire your work. It looks like some freshman guy wandered in while you were upgrading her outfit, but instead of standing in line behind you, he's just taping the proceedings, sipping loudly on a corner store slushee.

"Other students are waiting, sir. Is there some kind of Faculty Office business you came here for?" Time to stir things up among the profs at this school, liven up classes a little.

"Yeah, there is. Please inform the school's staff and faculty:

During class, College of the Arts Professors shall allow the top student in their class each session to choose whether they teach in only their underwear, or they teach in the outfit their lowest-performing student is wearing to class that day.

All Sciences Professors shall be required to teach wearing only Lab Coats. Well, we'll still permit any lab safety gear like shoes, gloves, or goggles, but that's it.

Finally, any other staff of the school will wear ONLY school-branded Swimwear and Cheerleading gear."

Satisfied with your changes to school policy, you remember there's still one more office supply here you haven't used yet. You reach into Kimmy's pen cup and pull out a black Sharpie. "Lean in a little, student council member," you demand of Kimmy. She starts to lean in, but you grab onto her nipple and pull her in closer. Your dick is raging so hard in your pants now you'd swear it's getting bigger. You scrawl big bubble letters across Kimmy's chest with the Sharpie. She can't quite read it from her perspective, but she can guess it won't be polite. You step back and admire your work:

'Student Council Secretits'

"You'll be wearing this sharpie until it washes off, Kimmy, understand?" Kimmy nods, dejected and defeated. Her shoulders slump and she sits back down in her chair. Seeing her broken down so easily from her high-and-mighty attitude has you squirming just to avoid jizzing your pants. Why oh why can't you just be a body controller instead of a clothing controller? She's still wearing her skirt, but you imagine how much fun it would be to hike it up and bend her haughty ass over the counter. You'd ram her for hours, and cum all over her curvy, tanned bod...wait a sec.

Your powers don't allow you to fuck her, but there's nothing stopping you from... You whip out your dick and climb onto the counter, stroking it hard and fast in Kimmy's face.

"What the fuck you little creep?" She swats at the air between you, as if trying to send you away. You could explain, but there's no need, you'll climax any second with all this pent up energy.

Then it happens, you blow your built up load all over Kimmy's pretty face. Her plump, lipsticked, mouth opens as she tries to spit it out. She moves to wipe her face with her blouse, livid and shouting at you, but you stop her, grabbing the blouse away from her. "Not so fast, Kimmy Baker, that jizz is part of your outfit, and it's required for the rest of the day." You turn on your heels and walk out, leaving Kimmy dumbfounded in the office.

The kid with the slushie follows you. "Dude! That was epic! I came in and saw that chick's nipples poking through and I was like 'DAMN!' Then I saw you eyeing my slushie, so I thought you were gonna like dump it on her tits or something but no not even! It's way more! You gave some brand new makeup man!"

"There's still time, you know," I point to his big styrofoam cup, "for the rest of your slushie." It appears to be blue flavor. "Just point out any chick you like, and for a mere five bucks, I'll make that slush a required part of her outfit."

"What?! Damn!?" He looks around the hall as he riffles through his pockets. He's eyeing a huge-tittied redhead whose sweater is pulled tight by her backpack straps, as he hands you a wad of ones. You coulda asked for twenty and he probably woulda produced. Oh well, next time. Then you see it, the obvious choice. Walking down the hall towards the front door is a 5'10 beauty with brown wavy hair to her shoulders, a confident gait, and healthy C cup titties swinging underneath her just thick enough, white, long-sleeved tee. No bra. It's perfect.

"Hi there, miss," you still haven't figured out how to introduce yourself as the controller, but it mostly doesn't seem necessary. You grope her titties, rolling them around on her chest with your hands, squeezing and hefting them in your palms. She blushes. These tits are glorious enough to wake your freshly exhausted dick back up, just a bit. "I'm happy to inform you that for the rest of the day, your outfit will now require this particular slushie as long as it includes a shirt." She stops, thinking about what this means as the kid sloshes the half-melted contents of his blue-stained cup on the unsuspecting young woman.

"Waa!" she shrieks, probably more from the cold than anything, and you see her wet nipples poking at the shirt's blue, see-through clingy fabric.

"This way, if the stickiness is unbearable in the sun, you can always just go topless," you advise her as you turn to get a high five being offered from your benefactor. Of course he's still filming with his other hand, so you high five him gently.

"What else can I get, bro?" He reveals a big wad of singles and looks at you mischievously.

You spend the rest of the hour making money by ordering up the whims of this freshman you happened on, beginning with the big tits redhead. Several embarrassed, mostly naked women, and forty-five dollars later, you leave K Hall, heading back to meet up with Sarah, now that her class is done.

You're supposed to meet Sarah on the quad, but you hadn't made any plans about what to do afterwards. Your recent experience with Kimmy Baker has left you kinda lusting for a trip to the book store. You weren't able to take her office supplies with you when you left her cum-covered and crying in the office. After all, you're a clothing controller, not a thief!