Enough to let her do what she wants

"This is just what we're going to start with. First, I want you to make me sexy. Obviously I want curves. You know, a set of G cups, an ass that could stop traffic, a tiny waist and flat, toned belly. A gorgeous face that's more intimidating than this one. I want people to be horny, and a little scared when they see me. Play up the goth thing, so make my hair naturally black, and maybe some natural purple streaks. Make my whole wardrobe way sluttier and goth-ier. On top of the strictly physical stuff, I want to be able to make people want me in a power kind of way. Like, I can look at someone and make them really horny for me. Actually, make it so I have control over how much I turn them on." Natalie spouts this all off like she's been thinking about it for some time.

"Um, okay. Is, uh, does she have all of that?" Chad says, watching the change come over his girlfriend. Her fingers deep in her pussy, her body shifts and changes matching what she requested. Her clothes melt into a black and red lacy dress, with her new enormous tits pressed up by the corset until they're almost exposed. Her layered, lacy skirt exposes her smooth, cream white thighs and the very bottom of her perfect ass. Her makeup is perfect and only highlights her dark, alluring features. If she glares at a man he'll flinch, no matter who he is, but her face would be just as likely to be featured on a magazine.

She looks down at herself and groans. "This is incredible. I can't believe this is really happening." She hurries on before her cowardly boyfriend could change his mind. "Obviously I'm going to direct how things go from now on. I want you to make it so that you can't go against my wishes. There's no chickening out now. If I give you a direct order, you have to obey it, and you can't stop me from speaking."

When Chad doesn't respond, she looks at him hard. The intimidation is real. "Um, do I have to do everything she commands, and can I not stop her from speaking?" he says, suddenly worried about what might come next.

"Ahhh, there we go," she says, relaxing and pulling her fingers out of her pussy, then licking them. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you too much," she says. "Alright, now where's Brad?" she looks around the room for him.

"What? But you said..." Chad said, panicking.

"I'm not going to be his **** or whatever, but you made him that good I'm at least gonna sample your hard work. I mean, I wouldn't mind seeing him take charge a little, maybe boss me around, but I'm my own slut. Now, find Brad for me," she commanded, "and tell him I'm looking for him. I'll meet him in the men's room." Natalie gets up to leave. For the fun of it, she focuses on a boy staring at her from two tables away. His jaw drops and his eyes roll back, debilitated by lust. There'd be nothing but Natalie in his spank bank for years.

Bound by her words, Chad feels himself stand up and look around the cafeteria. He spots Brad leaning against a back wall, watching the cheerleaders in amusement. He hurries over and clears his throat to get Brad's attention.

Brad glances at him, "you're not nearly as fun as watching Halley get squirted in the face right now. Fuck off."

"Um, I'm sorry, but Natalie asked me to give you a message."

That got his attention. His sexy white whale. Brad gives him his attention.

"She said she's waiting for you in the men's room," he mutters.

Brad grins, "What was that? I don't think I heard you."

Chad repeats the message almost at regular speaking volume.

"Sorry, I can't have possibly heard you right," Brad says, far louder. "Are you telling me that your hot-ass girlfriend just sent you to ask me to go fuck her?"

"Um, probably," Chad said.

"Well alright! Let's go!"