Planning a takeover

Looking satisfied, Cherylinne moves back to her chair but instead of grabbing her clothes and getting dressed, she simply grabs her leather jacket and discards it before going for her striped shirt and pulling it over her head. And then she sits down, completely nude and with a wide grin on her face. Shocked, you watch entranced as she shifts a little on her chair before leaning back, staring at the huge breasts that stand firm and proud on her chest.

It's a bit of a surprise that she'd rather get naked instead of getting dressed again, but seeing the smug grin slowly spreading over her face, it doesn't take long for you to realize that she probably did it to tease you further. 'Well, it's definitely working,' the still functioning part of your brain muses even as you keep ogling at her tits.

"Here, you better wipe my cum from your face," she says with a laugh, handing you a handkerchief. Gratefully, you take it and make sure to clean your face from any leftover cum. "Don't give it back, I'm sure you'd like to keep it if it comes from me."

"Thank you, Goddess Cheri. So, what else did you wanna talk about?"

"Well, I already told you I have plans for this school. You probably remember me talking with Principal Fatass yesterday?" Seeing your nod, she smiles and continues. "Well, there are plenty of ways I could shape this place to my liking, but I want to do it with the help of... the system, so to speak. Which is why I ordered Conroy to call a staff meeting today."

You blink, confused. "A staff meeting? What for?"

"Don't you see? I already have the fatass eating out of the palm of my hand, but that's not going to cut it. I could start influencing the school through the football team, but if I get too ****, too fast, the professors will start to notice and probably try to do something about it. I don't want that and if I want to everything to go smoothly, I need all the faculty members at my beck and call," she explained.

"I see," you mutter as you mind works furiously to decipher her words. "You already have your pheromones, though they don't work on women. You wish to change that?" you ask, quickly catching up.

Cherylinne looks pleased with your quick deduction, nodding eagerly behind the desk. "Exactly! I'd have no problem with the men in the faculty, but the women are a weak spot I'm not willing to leave alone. Which is why you come in, my little god-pet. Change the pheromones - leave them as they are, but simply make it so they also affect women just as strongly."

All in all, it's a simple change and with little more than a thought, the change is done. Obviously, you can't notice anything different thanks to your earlier change (and of course, the fact that you aren't a woman, either!), but you're sure any chick that tried to speak to Cherylinne would become putty in her hands.

She laughs, cheering daintly. She's the perfect image of loveliness, but you don't miss the calculating gleam in her eyes; behind the facade of absolute beauty lies a scarily sharp mind and it's one hellbent on controlling everything around her. It's obvious to you that Cherylinne is determined to gain as much power as possible. The school might be her first stop, but what is she planning next for when she outgrows it? Because it's going to happen, there's no doubt about it. You don't know, but you're eager to find out.

"Excellent! Ah, what would I do without you, my little god-pet?" she coos and the praise makes you huff and puff with pride despite yourself. "Actually, make an additional change to the pheromones. Make it so I'm capable to turning them off and on at will and regulating their potency. I don't need the entire school falling into drooling sluts at the sight of me... well, not just yet, at least. Oh, and make it so that people consider the changes normal if I ever turn the pheromones off! Can't forget that; better safe than sorry."

You nod, making the appropriate changes. It's an smart move, you think to yourself. It wouldn't be ideal if she ever turned the pheromones off for whatever reason and they realized all the shit they'd done to please Cherylinne was wrong. Covering all her bases would ensure no surprises sprung on her later on.

"All done, Goddess Cheri."

"Great! You will accompany me, pet. Just as a precaution, you understand. Once the meeting is done, you'll be able to run off to... whatever it is you do for fun. Or go to your classes, makes no difference to me. Come, follow me," she tells you, rising from the chair and dressing herself before leaving the room. Following her outside, you're free to let a little smug grin appear on your face when you feel the jealous stares of Brad and Jack on the back of your head. You don't doubt that they wish they could be the ones following her, but they're little more than muscleheads, for all that Cherylinne enjoys fucking Brad.

They can't please her, not like you can. You're going to serve this school to her on a silver plate and there's little they can do to match that devotion.

Following in silence, you watch with amusement as the change of her pheromones starts to affect most of the school already. Plenty of the guys area staring at her, some are clearly eye-fucking them, and there are few, very few who can look at her and not lose their heads. However, the female side of the school is in a similar boat now: many look at Cherylinne in awe and adoration, with naked lust gleaming in the eyes of quite a few of them. It's not a matter of if Cherylinne will take control of the school, but rather, a matter of when.

Climbing the stairs to the second level, the two of you move to an older part of the school, one that already existed before modern renovations enlarged the building's size. Newer, more sterile walls of cream hue give way to tiled floors and marble staircases with wooden railings; this is where the faculty members have their offices and their meeting rooms. You go to one such room, slipping inside only to see all the professors already inside and in the process of seating themselves. You can see Principal Conroy already in the room, checking something on his phone.

"Ms. Knight? Mr. Doe? What are you doing here? This is a meeting for the professors," Mrs. Tanner, the Geography teacher, asks. There's surprise on her face, but Cherylinne simply smiles as the professors turn to look at us.

"Oh, don't mind John, he is simply following me. Regardless, I am meant to be here. After all, I'm the one in charge of this school as of right now," she declares.