New Bitch in Class

Parking my car, I take a moment to compose myself. I have a few minutes to spare before classes, but unfortunately lots of other students are milling about. Knowing I can't push this off forever, I finally grab the nerve to step out of my car. Making my appearance for my classmates, I know my attempt at a modest outfit won't hide me. So many of them must have watched the show, at least clips of it, so they know exactly what they can do to me. If my interactions with Ryan tell me anything, they probably will just intuitively know anyways.

Shuddering, I reach into the back seat to grab my backpack and am shocked by the way I lunge forwards. Hair dangling down, it looks like my body decided I needed to bend all the way over for this. Stuck with my new dumptruck idly swaying in my jeans, I snatch my bag and free myself to stand upright again. Fixing my hair and trying to act natural, I set off to the school with my new deep sway. Each step my hips rock and I can feel my huge breasts jiggling in a bra that can barely hold them. It's enough that it even feels a little good, but not enough to really be worrying yet. If I get too worked up in school I could cause havoc. Stepping through the doors, I brace myself to face my new life.

THWACK!

My eyes widen as I stumble slightly under the blow. My flesh ripples under my classmate's hand, and I blush in humiliation as I see a few students look my way. Tearing up, and frustratingly more aroused from the unwanted attention, I can do nothing but keep walking. I can't even look back to see who did it, it's like it never happened. Continuing my deep sway as I walk, it isn't long until I'm interrupted again.

"Hi Kate!" Hearing an unfamiliar face call my name, I turn around and barely get a look before my compulsion throws me forwards into his arms. I have no idea who this is, but he apparently knows well enough who I am.

"Hi! W-wait! mmmmmph!" Unable to stop myself, I press my lips into his and we begin excited swirling our tongues in each other's mouths. Mumbling into him and looking around desperately, I see lots of classmates looks and decide I'm better off with my eyes closed. Helplessly grinding my crotch into his leg, I wince as I feel his erection in my hand, giving him a few strokes through his pants while I pleasure myself on his thigh. While I'm struggling against my body, he apparently is having the time of his life, hands all over me and extremely rough. Despite the humiliation, the stimulation still gets to me and I feel my heart race. After what felt like minutes of him roughing up my ass, I finally pull away and see this stranger once more.

"Why did you...." All I could get out before panting more to catch my breath. Despite the utter heartbreaking humiliation, I still feel noticeably hotter than before.

"What, you kissed me!" He says with an evil grin. "Plus I can do this right?" He steps forwards and puts his hands on my ass again. His fingers sink into me as I stand there helplessly, flushed in the face and seeing students watching from a distance. One girl even has her phone out, taking a picture as I stand here trapped by my molester in the hallway. Giving her a pleading look, the girl just smiles and wipes a hair from her face, looking down to type out something on her phone. My molester's attention shifts to my chest and I'm flooded by new waves of pleasure, briefly losing myself.

"How you like your new tits?" He asks tauntingly. As the heat inside me builds, the shame makes way for something different. Something slightly stronger.

"They're....not my melons....." I barely make out. The guy reaches a hand up through my sweater and takes direct hold of me, playing with a nipple as I squirm held in place.

"Oh right, they're mine! Do you like this?" His **** continues and he locates a nipple through the layers. Giving it a sharp pinch, my mouth hangs open as my mind clouds a bit.

"Not quite good enough, could you push them out a little?" Helpless, I arch my back and push my tits towards him. He snakes his hands up my sweater and gets a hold of the flesh directly, which feels even better. Even under the public humiliation, his stimulation brings me hotter and hotter.

Hearing a snap, I look over at the at the girl who had snapped a picture of me and manage to get a better look at her through the mind fog that is the pleasure. She's a tan skinned latina, someone I recognize from around the school but never talked to. Might have had a class with her before. She was a bit taller than me, dark long hair, pretty face, although the real thing I'd recognize on her is her beautiful ass she always keeps in yoga pants. Too bad she's apparently not as beautiful inside, and instead she's laughing at my suffering.

"So happy you're sharing these with us." Heart racing, I feel an anger towards her. I'm being taken advantage of, a doll for this guy, and she's just enjoying my suffering. I should be the one in control here.

"Follow me." Seeing a little confusion on my guy's face, he follows with his hands still on my chest. Approaching the girl with my bitch in heat walk, I startle her by pushing him into her as she's still typing away.

"Whoa, what the hell?" She looks up with an angry look, which flashes to concern upon seeing me in front of her. She's smart to be worried.

"Now kiss." Placing a hand on either one's head, I push the two of them together. With alarmed looks and the start of a protest, their lips smack together before either can get out of word. Eyes looking at me, I see the familiar glassiness overtake them even as they still mumble some weak protests. Pulling the phone from her weak hand, I take a look at it myself. Seeing Instagram already open, I find out her name is Elena Morales. Following her on my phone, I get to work.

"You, kiss her neck. Let him kiss you." Pulling the boy away from her lips, she looks at me with weakly pleading eyes as the boy latching onto her neck.

"Please....I'm sorry..." Too late.

"I just followed you on Instagram. You'll let me follow you or friend you on all your social media, understand?"

"Yes.....Wait, why? I don't know you...." She responds slowly under my influence.

"Good. You're going to start posting twerk videos every day. Every day, you'll post a video of yourself twerking to music. In the video you'll be twerking for at least one minute. You'll wear something that really shows off your ass for it. You can speak freely during it, say whatever you want, but at the end of the video you'll tell the camera this- Thank you Kate Morgan for teaching me a lesson. Do you understand?"

"Yes...I'll post twerking videos...."

"You'll post these to Instagram, unless people start moving off the site. Then, you'll follow to whatever other popular sites people go to. You'll never stop using social media, and you'll accept any follows or friend requests from any classmates or coworkers. Do you understand?"

"Yes...." At this moment I feel someone's hand fall onto my ass. Unable to look back, I suppose that wouldn't have made a difference, I was focused right now.

"You'll always wear outfits that show off your ass. Yoga pants, booty shorts, anything that shows it off. In any picture you're in, you'll pose to blatantly flaunt your ass and smile like you're happy to be showing it off. If someone is recording a video of you and tells you to twerk, you'll twerk for them until they tell you to stop or they stop recording. You can speak freely, protest, do anything else but you must twerk for the camera. Do you understand?"

"Yes...I'll flaunt and twerk..." Smiling, I turn my attention to the guy. "Elena, kiss his neck. You, you can stop kissing her." The unwilling couple switching, I address the guy.

"What's your name."

"Ryan...." Well, don't need a last name really.

"Ok Ryan. You're going to...." I stop in my tracks. I had an idea to tell him to masturbate in the bathroom every time he wanted to harass a woman. Teach him not to do this again. But it felt...wrong. Like it was against something deep within me. Thinking about it again, it feels almost grotesque to consider. Brainwashing him and making less sexual contact- shiver. New plan.

"You're going to become a boytoy for women around you. You'll do anything with your dick that a woman tells you to do. You'll pleasure them with your mouth however they tell you to. Any sexual act that a woman commands of you, you will do. You are their toy to use as they want. Do you understand?"

"Yes...I'm a boytoy..."

"If a girl ever tells you to stop doing anything or that you're being rude or annoying, you'll apologize and say that you can be their toy. You'll let them know that you will follow all their sexual commands. If a woman ever calls or messages you and tells you to come to their house for sex, you will go, and you'll provide your number to any woman who asks you. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." Good thing I had that change of heart, this is a lot better than what I originally had in mind.

"Kate....are you ok?" Looking behind me, I see that the hand that was on my ass was that of my friend Jules. She was a tall, light skinned woman who towered over me, with curly brown hair coming down to her shoulders. Much taller than me at 5'10", until recently her modest curves matched mine. Wearing a long sweater and skirt, she's in the kind of outfit that's been a favorite of her's ever since she transitioned four years ago.

"Oh, I'm doing great Jules, just having some fun...." Turning to meet her, I reach over and see alarm in her eyes as I press my lips into her. Hearing her moan into my mouth, I just enjoy the sensation of sharing a kiss with a great friend. Hand up her skirt and grinding into her, I can feel her tucked dick start to harden as she unwillingly explores my body as well. Pulling away, I see her adorable flushed face before me.

"Kate, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Don't worry, no harm." Well, a little harm, I'm more turned on now. If I don't get a handle on this, this could get out of control. I don't want to go off the rails like I did with my family. I see that she's worried and still very embarrassed, but I turn away from her. Maybe I can lighten her spirits.

"You two can stop." With that, Elena pulls away from Ryan's neck, and the two of them look at each other confused, embarrassed, and mildly mortified.

"What did you do to us!" Elena yells slightly too loud for inside the halls, which are at the point of emptying now aside from the group that's settled around my show. The ring stings a little, and Elena is visibly worried, and Ryan is noticeably turned on.

"Maybe a demonstration will help." I tease them, as Jules continues her idle molestation next to me. As a friend, I can excuse her touch, especially when it's compelled by magic. "Ryan, how about you go around the school and offer to eat women's pussy until someone lets you."

"Wait, what!?" Ryan is startled, and goes on to protest, but something else happens instead.

"Do any of you want me to eat your pussy....?" He says weakly. With wide eyes, he sees all the women around him stunned, saved for me smiling.

"No thanks! Better find some others." With that, he runs off.

"No, please. I'm so sorry, I'll delete that post, I'll never do anything like that again, please don't do this to me!" Elena drops to her knees in front of me as she begs. Too bad, I'm still turned on and I'm excited to see her in action. She's only acting like this because she's cornered.

"Sorry, but it's too much to pass up. Now smile!" Pulling my phone out, I aim the camera at her.

"Wait, what- WHOA!" She surprises herself by rolling over onto her hands and knees, arching her back as her ass is thrust at the camera. "What's going on?" She says through the gritted teeth of a bright smile. Snapping the picture and lowering the camera, her face returns to normal and she rushes to her feet.

"Please, don't make me do this kind of thing."

"Too late, smile!" Raising my camera again, Elena's leg spins her around and lean her forwards against the lockers. Face nearly smashed against it, her face contorts into a smile again as I store another picture of that beautiful ass, before quickly turning back to a plea.

"Kate, I think she learned her lesson, come on lets go." With her hand on my ass, she tries to push me along but I stand my ground and grab her waist. She looks at me nervously and I smile, pulling her closer to me without resistance.

"Sorry Jules, I'm calling the shots." Pulling her into me, I appreciate the feel of her body against mine. Looking her over once more, I take in her tall beauty and appreciate it. Still, she could be a little sexier. Since she's such a good friend, maybe I'll help her out with that. Plus, she should learn that I'm in charge. Pulling her head down, I land a kiss on her lips, and I'm met with a little resistance until she melts into my mouth. Pulling away I see her parted lips and glassy eyes look back at me.

"Jules, would you rather have a bigger ass or bigger tits?"

"I....I don't want either...." Tsk.

"That wasn't the question Jules. Would you feel sexier with a bigger ass, or bigger tits?"

"I....I....don't know." I reach up and give her another deep kiss.

"Tell me Jules. If you had to pick one, would you rather have huge tits, or a huge ass?"

"I'd...rather have huge tits." Perfect.

"Ok then Jules. After school ends today, you'll go right to the BimboTech clinic in town. You'll tell them you want big perky tits, ones that will look big but not too big for your frame. You'll tell them to put the charge on my account, I'm getting this for you as a gift. Do you understand?"

"Yes...I'll get big tits..."

"When you get your tits, you'll love them. You'll love having huge tits. You'll dress to show them off, you'll enjoy it when people look at them, you'll enjoy playing with them and having them played with. Do you understand?"

"Yes...I'll show them off..."

"Good, wake up." With that her eyes gain new light and she looks at me confused.

"What just happened?" She asked concernedly.

"She's evil...." Elena says against the wall.

"Looks like you didn't learn your lesson." Pulling out my phone again, I see her face drain as she waits for the compulsion to take over.

"Twerk for me." Elena's trepidation makes way for alarm as her legs quickly spin her around and thrust her ass out. Encased in the tight yoga pants, everything curve is seen clearly as her ass begins to bounce for me.

"What, no please stop. I'm so sorry I took that picture, I'm sorry I know what it's like now now please let me stop!" This time, no contortion of her face. Her raw horror is apparent as I watch the beautiful show in front of me. I smile at having her under my thumb, and I can tell from how Jules is squeezing me she's enjoying the show too.

"Sorry, you're really good at this." Filming her more, the panicked woman, holds herself up against the lockers and looks around the hall. It seems the remaining stragglers have dispersed, none of them wanting to stay for the show apparently. Oh well, they can catch her show tonight online I'm sure. Enjoying the moment a little longer, I put my phone away and Elena immediately slumps to the ground. Breathing heavy, she looks up at me pleadingly before I start walking to class with Jules.

"Kate....why did you do that?"

"Why not, it was fun and she was being a bitch before." It was a lot of fun, I'm practically soaking right now. With the implied invitation that is her hand kneading my ass, I put my hand around her and rub a bit low as well.

"Are you ok? You're acting weird." At a corner of the halls, we stop as Jules turns to face me. My ass finally out of reach of her hands, her attention turns to my newly enhanced chest and I roll my eyes. I did not need this.

"I see you're- changed- from the show."

"Yes, I am I'm sure you could tell earlier."

"Yea, I'm sorry." Even as she says this, something in her breaks and she reaches forwards to my chest.

"Jules!" I say with a breathy voice. "Please, why. I can't take much more..."

"I'm sorry I just. These are here for me. These are mine, I can do what I want with them...This is so messed up." Leaning down, Jules buries her face in my sweatermeat before she manages to pull herself away.

"Kate, I'm so sorry. I just, got a little worked up I guess." Between Ryan and Jules, it seems these boobs have that effect on people. They also have a big effect on me of course. Seriously dripping in my jeans, I can't take this anymore. Looking up at my friend, I grab her hand and pull her towards an empty classroom.

"Kate, what are you doing!?" Jules calls out as we enter the room. I sit up on a desk and pull her into me, giving her a deep French kiss as I wrap my legs around her. Both of us moaning into each other's mouths, I pull away to see her messy face look back at me.

"Kate...we're going to get caught we can't do this."

"I'll take care of that if that happens, now fuck me." Spreading my legs, I pull my panties aside for her as she pulls her skirt up to reveal her erect cock. Entering me, the heat finally makes way for fire as I melt into the pleasure.

"Yes, yes, harder." I call out, as Jules pumps into me. I can barely make out her face, but I can see her eyes are only mildly glassy. The dilated look of lust is rather what's on her face. With my legs wrapped around her, I keep pulling her into me, pushing me open and crying in ecstasy together. As she pumps, she reaches her head down and buries herself in my chest but I barely notice. Past my limit, I finally cum and start quivering under her. Jules doesn't stop, and after a few more moment of thrusting into my quivering mass, she finally cries out herself and falls over me. After a moment to collect ourselves, clarity finally comes over me.

"Oh my God....Jules I'm so sorry." I cry to her and give her a huge. Waking up, Jules gives me a hug back and pulls away.

"It's....ok. I know this is just part of the changes. Besides, I can't say I didn't enjoy it." She gives me a smile and wipes her chin on her sleeve.

"I- I messed with you. I couldn't help it, I was like a different person...."

"No, it's ok I know you didn't mean to."

"I can fix this. Jules come give me a kiss." Maybe this will work, I can't have this happen to her. I need to figure out how to stop myself from doing this to everyone around me.

"Wait, Kate I don't- mmmm." The protests cut off short, the mumbling quickly stops as I pull away to a glassy eyed friend. I'll take out that BimboTech command, tell her it's over. Just as I'm about to talk, I realize how bad of an idea this is. Why would I make my friend less sexy? She's about to get killer tits and I was going to deprive her of that! I'll throw in another gift for her instead. Since she already got her body upgrade, I'll give her a new skill.

"Jules, when you go to BimboTech today after school, you'll ask them to install the Dancing Queen package. You'll get it installed and tell them to put it on my account. This will give you all the dancing skills you'll ever need. You'll love dancing and feel amazing doing it, you're sexy and you should show it off. Do you understand?"

"Yes...I'll get the dancing package..." Perfect. I'm so glad I didn't remove that earlier command. she might be a little surprised but I'm sure she'll love the upgrades I got her. "Ok, you can wake up." Eyes lighting up, Jules looks at me anxiously.

"Did you do it?"

"Yea, it's all better now." I smile and give her a hug, which is only slightly dampened by her hand on my ass. "Now, I need to go to class...." Looking down on myself, I realize the sorry state of my clothes, but I suppose how this is going I can't worry about that too much. Besides, I'm contractually obligated to go to class....

"Alright, here it goes." Red in the face, Jules and I leave the classroom and head to our classes.