Amy

Whoever said absolute power corrupts absolutely never met you.

The absolute control is what's corrupting you.

Even as you spend the week the doctors mandated for observation you practice with your new powers. You soon find that you moderate the intensity of your voice, ranging it from mildly suggestive to instantly enslaving, but there's no helping your mysterious eyes except to conceal them with dark glasses. Fortunately Cyndi was 'persuaded' to give you a pair.

After your week in seclusion, and having fucked Cyndi in some positions that hospital beds are definitely not intended for, you make your first non libido induced decision since recieving your powers. You decide Amy will be your next 'test subject' to ensure that she doesn't link any strange happenings to you.

Even as you create a diabolical plot to lure her to your house, Fate lends a hand when she calls you. It turns out that she kept up your notes in your absence, making it that much easier to make up what you missed. When she offers to bring them over you quickly cut her off, saying instead that you'd rather stop over and get them, since you're still a little shaky. With a hint of your vocal power she folds like a bad poker hand and gives you directions to her campus dorm.

Your lucky streak continues when you get to her dorm. Her roommate has gone to Florida for spring break and won't be back for two weeks, leaving you alone with this pliable mind for more than enough time.

"Thanks a lot." You say as you glance over her outfit. Despite the pleasant weather you see she's wearing loose baggy jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, and find yourself hard pressed to remember the last time she wore anything that most people would consider flattering.

"No problem, though I'm curious as to what happened."

"Well, there was a lttle accident and I ended up in a coma."

"And the glasses?"

"Well the accident changed my eyes. Some people find them unsettling."

"Really?" You smile inside as her innate curiosty causes her undoing. "Can I see them?"

"Sure." You say slipping off your shades and laying them on the table.

As Amy looks into your eyes she suddenly realizes her mistake but is already trapped. She whimpers and tires to back away.

"Relax." You say letting your power fil your voice as you guide her to a large plush chair. "It's not going to hurt at all. It's actually so pleasant to look into my eyes. Just relax and let it all go."

As you continue speaking you notice that Amy's logical mind has fallen into you pattern taking her deeper under your control.

"You're so sleepy Amy, but if can stay awake until I count to five I'll let you go. One... Feeling sleepy and relaxed... Two... Body so relaxed, so easy to just drift away... Three... Your arms and legs are so heavy it's exhausting to move them... Four... Your eyes are heavy, but you mustn't close them, because if you close them you'll fall asleep and if you fall asleep you'll fall completely under my power. So no matter how heavy your eyes get you can't let them close. But your eyes are so heavy that you can't keep them open any more and when I say five you will fall fast asleep and deep under my control..." You pause a moment to savor the struggle on Amy's face before you whisper... "Five."

The effect is spectacular. Amy's eyes slam shut and her body slumps like a toy without batteries. You quickly check her pulse and breathing as they seem nonexistant, but are reassured when you find them.

"Amy can you hear me?" You ask reaching down to wipe a trickle of drool away from her mouth.

"Yesss."

"Amy you will do whatever I say, right?"

"Yesss."

"Good. Stand up and strip off all your clothes."

The sight that greets you as she complies shocks you into silence. Amy is a knockout! Her thighs are a little chunky but her round pert B cup breasts are just perfect.

"Amy, why do you hide such a beautiful body under such aweful clothes?"

"I don't like my body." She replied in a monotone laying aside her glasses and shaking her gorgeous red hair loose from it's braid. "All my life, everyone's told me I'm not as pretty as other girls."

Poor self image. You think to yourself.

You're evil.

You're corrupt.

You're going to help this girl as you conscience's last act before it skips town. The question is...