A Few Weeks Pass, Pursuing Pleasure and Preparing Plans

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Morning came, and Zatanna woke up bright and early, mostly fully recovered from her expenditure of power last night. She immediately flexed her magic muscles again, whisking Hermione and the others back home after their night of debauchery, a simple feat all in all. Then, Rob invited her to breakfast, fully intending to lay out the red carpet for his newest acquisition and wow her with her new life.

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Clad in her apron and heels, Brigitte tottered about the dinner table, proudly watching Master and his newest pet eat the sumptuous breakfast feast she had prepared. In Brigitte's hand were two leather leashes, trailing behind her and attached to Chun-Li and Kamala via collars. Both women were blindfolded and gagged, arms bound behind their back, and stiletto-clad feet chained together at the ankles, meaning they had **** but to take careful steps following Brigitte's lead. In addition, black plastic trays were hooked up to their collars and the harness binding their arms, jutting out from about navel level on the two women. Chun-Li's tray held various condiments - butter, salt, ketchup, jams, and jellies - while Kamala's (who had shrank her breasts to better accommodate her load) carried three carafes of coffee, hot water, and milk, along with sugar and tea bags.

Brigitte happily hummed to herself as she completed another circuit of the table, giving the occasional tugs to Kamala and Chun-Li when she felt in necessary, when she felt them slacking. To their credit, neither woman stumbled or fell, moving with deliberate steps while blind and at the Swedish Stepford ****'s mercy. Goodness, though, Brigitte couldn't help but be disappointed. Some of these girls could just be so lax in their devotion to Master, thinking they could just flash some boob and fuck and think it acceptable. Didn't they know they had to give their everything to the Master? Commit their entire existence to his happiness? Perhaps her hubby would allow her time to train a few of the girls, Brigitte idly thought....

Meanwhile, Rob and Zatanna were enjoying their breakfast, with Rob eating heartily while Zatanna ate very little and very slowly, pausing every few minutes as her body shuddered and the magician let out soft cries of pleasure. That would be due to their chairs, as Rob decided to try and include as many slaves as possible in this little breakfast ceremony. Rob and Zatanna sat on Korri and Shulkie, respectively, the two bimbos on their knees with their hands anchored to the floor, body arched so that Master and **** sat on their faces and chests. The position gave the two bound beauties the perfect opportunity to eat out the assholes of their respective occupants, which they did with single-minded focus. Urbosa and Zarya stood perfectly straight and stiff, acting as the chair's back, arms bound to their side, while they were lashed to their respective "seats". A long, ribbed dildo connect the pussies of back and seat together, buzzing at both ends, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure rumbling through the four pieces of human furniture. The bimbos were giggling messes while the muscle sluts were practically statues, eyes and lips only twitching in the faintest of manners.

And beneath the table were the OG duo, Nami sucking on Rob's cock and Tifa lapping at Zatanna's pussy, both slaves working nonstop on their respective organ. Obsessing over them, as if their entire world were that cock and that clit. Cynthia and Izu found themselves beneath the massive table, as well, rewarding the leal service of Nami and Tifa by eating them out, Cynthia desperately fingering her wet snatch as well, while Izu did her task with robotic precision and no expectation of reward or pleasure.

"Aaaaah~... I must say, Master... you certainly know how to - hnngh! - how to show a girl a good time." Zatanna panted in between orgasms, she had long lost count as to how many times Tifa and Shulkie had made her cum. She took a few bites of food before pausing, more involuntary shivering taking a hold of her. She continued the pattern before saying, "And you put on this elaborate spectacle for little old me? I don't feel like I'm worth it..."

"Nonsense, my love, you deserve this and everything. Anything." Rob replied with a warm smile. Zatanna blushed as Rob took a sip from his coffee, motioning to Brigitte. His slavewife trotted over, taking the carafe from Kamala to refill his mug. Rob rewarded them by prodding their bare slits with thick fingers. Carafes and glassware clattered on Kamala's tray, as she let out a muffled moan through her ball gag, while Brigitte let out a loud, echoing moan, fully losing herself to the moment, not having to worry about dropping anything unlike her helpers.

"Besides, what's the point of having a harem of slaves if we can't have fun every now and again?" Rob asked, rhetorically, licking his fingers clean and washing it down with coffee.

"Hmm, well when you put it that way..." Zatanna purred. She did have to admit, she did fully enjoy watching Rob within his element. His natural charisma and authority radiating out, as all of these beautiful women hurried themselves to do his bidding, to make him happy. That sort of power was beyond sexy. It was intoxicating. "May I ask then, have you given thoughts to your next target? I'm sure I can provide some sort of help with my magic." But, to her surprise, Rob waved her off.

"Don't get me wrong, your powers will be a major asset, Zatanna." Rob said, after seeing the look of surprise on her face. "But, the past few weeks have been a whirlwind of acquiring more and more girls. So, I think I've decided to step back and take some me time. You know, stop and smell the roses. Or play with the harem, in that case."

"Well, when you put it that way, and considering I'm one of those roses you'll smell, how can I argue?"

The two continued their meal while being serviced, eventually with Rob eating more than twice of what Zatanna did. They disentangled themselves from their human chairs and excused themselves, Rob inviting Zatanna to take a shower with him.

"Brigitte, you're in charge of clean up." Rob ordered, as he took Zatanna's hand. "You and the sluts can eat the leftovers, too."

Brigitte curtsied without every dropping her leashes. "Yes, dear. Anything for you."

"Oh, and also..."

As Rob departed the dining room, in his wake, he left a dozen clones of himself who immediately pounced upon all the women remaining behind. They ripped apart pieces of their bondage, dragged them from the table, and rewarded all eleven of them for a wonderful breakfast.

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Rob removed a VR headset from the case and handed it over to Violet. He repeated the process again and again, handing out headsets to Luz, Amity, Anne, Kim, and Wednesday, all of his students assembled before him after class. The girls all looked at him skeptically, awaiting his guidance.

"I have parent-teacher conferences coming up soon, and I would like you to give your moms a primer on this course before that." Rob explained. Izu had purchased the headsets, while Rob whipped up another hypnotic video specifically for them. While he was disappointed by the lack of established mothers for his students, he could not complain about the six he definitely had.

"Why that is very thoughtful of you, sir." Amity replied, speaking diplomatically, "we do have some concern with how our parents will react to this class. We think it's wonderful, of course, your lessons and guidance are invaluable. It's just..."

Where Amity trailed off, Anne picked up for her. "Our parents are old-school, in a bad way. They may not react well to their daughters being trained to be porn artists. I know my mom won't..."

Rob simply offered them a warm smile. "That's okay. I'm well aware at how conservative older generations can be, especially parents. That's why I prepared these headsets and videos for them. It will help ease them in to the concept of the class before I speak to them." He then placed hands on the shoulders of Anne and Violet, making eye contact with the two, before looking at the others. "It's very important, and I'm counting on you girls to do it."

All of them practically melted before Rob then and there, overwhelmed by the sense of duty and importance they placed on them. Violet turned away and turned invisible, less anyone see her and embarrass her more. Amity and Luz giggled to one another, Anne blushed and smiled shyly, while Wednesday stood stoically, arms crossed, looking away disinterested and pouting. Which, for her, meant she was entirely enthralled with Rob and what he asked of her.

"Yes, sir." Anne finally said in a dreamy tone. "We'll do anything for you. We won't let you down."

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"Sorry I'm late, baby. I got totes lost finding this place."

Shulkie shook her head at Korri. "Korri, sweetie, this is our home. How did you get lost in your own home?" The other bimbo only giggled vapidly.

"Dunno? "Cause, it's like, all big and confusing and stuff."

"It's okay, Korri, it doesn't matter that you're late." Rob said, seated in his study alongside Zatanna, having been waiting for the arrival of his two muscle-bimbos. Korri smiled brightly at Rob's acknowledgement before her continued. "I've brought you two here today to conduct a little experiment."

Korri tilted her head to one side and blinked. "'Spearmint'?"

"Ooh, I hope it's the sexy kind, stud." Shulkie cooed, arching her back to emphasize her bust.

"We'll see." Rob said, before motioning to Zatanna, who had been gathering her will for a spell.

"On regnol sobmib, tub llits sevals!"

One concern Rob still had was the presence of the mysterious Pink Room. Namely, whether the effects were permanent or not (they seemed to be, even with the fluctuating levels of intellect loss between his three airheaded slaves), and whether the effect could be made temporary. Because Rob was all for more bimbos in his life - plenty that were apart of his harem or on his hit list could use some more pink and blonde in their lives - but he didn't like the idea of having to deal with a gaggle of giggling brainless beauties 24/7. Too much of a good thing and all that.

Enter, Zatanna, Rob's one-size-fit-all solution for impossible problems. He had a few ideas for women who could effect the Pink Room itself, change and edit it's parameters, but he wanted to see if Zatanna's magic could effect the bimbos post-transformation.

Both Shulkie and Korri staggered, as if hit by a wall of wind, groaning as they forcefully shut their eyes and held their heads. For a moment, Rob was worried the two forces of magic were clashing in a volatile manner, hurting his two pets. He was about to tell Zatanna to counter the spell, when Shulkie and Korri fell to their knees, exhaling shuddering breaths that turned into a pair of long and longing moans.

Physically, the two were the same, as they both opened their eyes, alighting on Rob. The physical effects of their bimbofication had no reversed, both still platinum blondes and possessing their massive tits. But their eyes... their eyes now held something Rob only saw glimpses of when he first met the two. Mixed with the burning lust of their bimbo selves was a spark of intellect, of self, of understanding and awareness, and further tempered by the slavish devotion all of Rob's slaves carried with them.

"Oh, fuck, what a rush!" Korri moaned, her voice a deep, husky timbre now, no longer the sweet and high lilting. "Like mainlining a lightning bolt right to the brain." She looked down at herself, smiling in abject joy before clutching onto her bimbo utters. "Oh, thank fuck, I still have these rocking tits! Wouldn't give these babies up for anything."

"I mean, mine were already pretty big before all this." Shulkie replied, her voice having not much difference between her normal and bimbo self. "But bigger is better, right Master?" She addressed Rob directly with a flirtatious smile.

"Of course." Korri said, licking her licks. They were still perfectly puffy, beestung cocksucker lips. "Robbie says he likes all women and all body types, but we know he just loves women with big honking tits, killer curves, fat asses, and legs for days."

Both girls had risen back to their feet at this point and were shaking their hips, rolling their curves to emphasize Korri's point. "And we got all that, don't we sister?" Shulkie chuckled, shaking her own massive green posterior, before bumping hips with Korri.

Rob couldn't believe his eyes or ears. This had gone better than he could imagine. While Shulkie was decently intelligent and verbose versus her bimbo sisters, Korri was too dumb to open a bag of chips. No exaggeration, Rob had seen that exact scene play out. But now both were fully in charge of their faculties, fully cognizant and aware of everything, but were also still maddeningly devoted to him and were also a pair of enthusiastically thirsty sluts.

"Cat got your tongue, baby?" Korri teased, helping herself to the seat in Rob's lap.

"Just amazed is all." Rob responded with a good-natured chuckle, groping Korri's bust through her top. "So, you two remember everything?"

"Hmm... we sure do." Korri moaned, nipples hardening underneath Rob's skilled hands.

"Every thought, every action, everything." Shulkie confirmed, standing beside Rob and Korri, pressing her body up against chair and Master. "It's all buried in a haze of pink and blonde, but we remember."

"And, what did you think? How did you like being a drooling, dimwitted bimbo?"

"Honestly, I don't care." Korri admitted, flippantly. "I don't care how smart or how dumb you make me, Master, 'cause I only care about one thing: being a hot, horny bitch that get's fucked!" Korri pronounced each word with fervent passion, with unrelenting hunger and greed. It was clear that this young woman was now entirely bereft of her pride and self-respect, having thrown herself headlong into a world of carnal bliss. "If I knew how good being a whore was, I would have done it years ago! I want cock, cum, pussy, and tits, and I never, ever wanna stop!"

Rob couldn't have asked for a better answer in his wildest dreams. Avatar Korra was a powerful and confident woman, and he had corrupted her into a wanton slut, bimbo or not.

With a smile on his face, he turned to Shulkie and asked, "And you big green?" Biting her lip, Shulkie answered, coming as even more of a surprise to Rob than Korri's.

"Honestly... I think I prefer being a bimbo, baby." Shulkie admitted, drawing not a shocked expression from Rob, but one of interest. "For years, I was a lawyer, and then, I was both a lawyer and a superhero. That's a lot of responsibility, and a lot of stress. And, deep down, what my Hulk side shows me, is I'm a partygirl at heart. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy life. So, yeah, being a little dumber, a lot hornier... it makes me forget all that stress and just go all out."

Shulkie then fell to one knee and whispered into Rob's ear, "So, Master, make me your big, busty green and horny bimbo muscle-slut. Forever."

Considering all of this a successful experiment, Rob figured the only next logical step would be to celebrate...

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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, stud! Pound my slutty pussy! Fuck me like a sex doll!"

Korri grunted loudly, her moans and cries mixing in rhythmically with the sound of her and Rob's flesh slapping into one another, Rob taking her from behind while the bimbo-turned-slut was bent over one of the chairs. She growled and cried like an animal in heat, as Rob continued to slam his cock into her, thighs and buttocks slapping into one another.

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In the other chair, Shulkie (still not back into a bimbo, but soon) was on her knees eating out Zatanna, both women waiting their turn for Rob to take them. Two clones of Rob stood to either side of the ladies, stroking their engorged, enlarged horsecocks and covering them in layer after layer of hot spunk.

All three Robs had their eyes shut, taking in the sound and sensations of their partners, while their imaginations ran wild. Now that he had some control over the Pink Room, there were a number of cuties currently in his possession, and even more still not yet in his harem, who would make for perfect bimbos, even for just a day. He was already planning a big bimbopalooza, a nonstop party full of blonde, giggling airheads mewling for sex in vapid, high-pitched voices.

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Like a king surveying his kingdom upon his throne, Rob took stock of his classroom and his students.

Literally, actually. Zatanna had been by to do some renovation on the room and one of Rob's requests was an actual throne for him to sit in. Narcissistic? Absolutely. But also very fitting.

The size of the room had expanded greatly, with a massive open space now spread out behind the girls and their desks, and much of that space taken over by several raised platforms and stripper poles mounted to the floor and ceiling. Video screens were mounted on the walls, which scrolled through Rob's artwork, while the shelves underneath were various sex toys and sexual paraphernalia. Towards the back wall were numerous clothing racks with an absurd amount of sexy clothing, lingerie, fetish outfits, and footwear for the girls.

Rob's desk had been angled into one of the corners, as the front of the classroom now possessed a raised dais which his throne sat upon. Rob's throne was of silver-grey pewter (because gold was too tacky and egotistical even for him) and all of it - the base, the seat, the back, and the arms - consisted of individual carved figures, interlocked together, of beautiful, voluptuous women, caught in the throes of rapturous pleasure.

And so Rob sat upon his throne, reclining upon the bodies of sculpted slaves, gazing at his kingdom of enthralled schoolgirls, with them staring worshipfully back. Kamala was kneeling at his feet, resting her head atop his lap.

But Rob was not here to revel in his successes or his near triumph. No, today, he had something to tell his mesmerized flock of virginal damsels, something he had been working up to for sometime.

"Before we finish class for today, ladies, I do have a few announcements." Rob said in his more firm and comforting teacher voice. He placed a hand on Kamala's head and stroked her hair, the motion giving him some measure of calm. Much like the special project video, he was about to push things even further. "First of all, I have been misleading your slightly on the nature of this class." The girls looked puzzled, silent but confused, turning to one another for guidance or understanding. "Some might go so far as to say I lied to you. While I very much meant to teach your skills in art, and hope you do continue to work on your erotic art, as a hobby or career. But, this class has another purpose, a primary purpose, one which we will be pursuing going forward."

The girls were unsure how to react. They weren't angry, which Rob was grateful for, but he was pretty sure they weren't happy about being deceived. Still, they remained quiet, waiting Rob to explain further, which he was all too happy to do.

"Much like how I wanted you to enter the world of erotic art in order to provide for yourself, there is an entire world of adult and erotic entertainment for you to explore, all of which can pay handsomely, if you work at it. And that is now our goal, to turn you lovely young ladies into the best sluts you can possibly be - welcome, to Slut Class!"

"Slut... class...?" Chie said, hesitantly, vocalizing what everyone else in class felt: uncertainty, but choosing to give their teacher the benefit of the doubt.

Another crossing the Rubicon moment. Rob gave a confident nod and marched forth like Caesar.

"Slut class." He reiterated, motioning to the changed classroom all around them. The stripper poles, the sex toys, the clothing. For the girls, it was like a veil had been lifted from their eyes, as if they were seeing them for the first time, despite all these elements being out in the open. "This class is all about preparing you to use your beautiful bodies and charming personalities to support yourselves financially in the wide world of sex work. There are numerous career options for you that can pay handsomely if you have the skill and the drive. Whether you continue to strive to be an erotic artist, or decide to become a cosplayer, a model, a camgirl, a stripper, a prostitute, or a sex ****, I am here to give you the necessary guidance and education to ensure your future success."

Despite the fact that he had just blatantly told them he was turning them into whores and strippers, none of the girls recoiled in revulsion. In fact, they seemed entirely fine with their teacher corrupting and twisting them. Rob had been such a good teacher up this point, all of his students implicitly trusted him to do the right thing. However, they did remain curious and inquisitive, hanging on Rob's every word.

"I'm sorry, did you say 'sex ****'?" Jiro finally spoke up for the group, wanting clarification for the most confusion part of his speech.

Rob chuckled. "Yes. Sex ****. It is not a conventional career, and technically, not a career at all, as you don't get paid. It's also the hardest path of them all, as you'll need to find someone worthy of your devotion and worship. Someone who loves you, and can care for you, provide for you. In return, you'll offer them your everything - body, heart, mind, and soul. Do whatever they desire, without thought or hesitation. Only the most devoted of sluts will end up as a pampered, obedient slavegirl, serving their Master, but I think all of you have the potential." He then paused, deliberately, as if he had just had a flash of inspiration. "Now that I think on it, I've already begun acquiring a harem of slaves. Maybe if any of you prove your worth, I'll add you to my collection."

And that was it. That was all Rob had to say to entirely sway the addled minds of his charmed students. At that statement, all twenty-seven of the girls sat up perfectly straight in their chairs, their eyes widened with focus, and dreamy smiles began to form on their lips, as singular thought echoed through all of their heads.

I want to be Mr. Daily's slavegirl. I don't want anything else. I want to be with him, the rest of my life.

Rob briefly stole a look at Kamala, who was smiling at her Master's triumph. "So, starting next week, we'll be progressing full steam in your training as proper sluts." Rob continued, reveling the plain desire on the girls' faces. "Prepare yourselves and keep an open mind and I'm sure you'll all do wonderful. I believe in each and everyone of your sluts-in-training."

"Thank you, Mr. Daily." The girls returned in unified chorus, hiding blushes and giggles at his lewd compliment.

"In lieu of that, there'll be no homework this weekend, however, I want to draw your attention to this." Rob connected his smartphone the main monitor hanging above him, revealing the homepage of Slutter. "This is a new social media venture I have started, dubbed 'Slutter'. It's meant to be the perfect nexus wear anyone involved in the erotic arts and sex industry can get together and post their content for adoring fans. Or for young men and women simply to show off their bodies, their fetishes, their fantasies. It's basically 'Horny on Main' the website."

"You started an entire social media site?" Violet gawked, thinking aloud with little conscious thought. "You're amazing, sir."

"Thank you, Violet. Slutter is very new, but we're already making waves with both amateur and professional artists. In fact, Kamala here just joined the other day and has already made quite the impact."

On the monitor, Rob opened up Kamala's account - @KamalaKunt - and quickly showed two photos she had taken, both with captions.

The first saw Kamala dressed in the classic Ms. Marvel outfit - the impossibly tight and risque black one piece swimsuit/leoatard number, complete with thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves. She had struck a pose to best show off her assets, as her breasts strained against the material, the black latex clung to her curves like a second skin, her pussy and nipples were protruding through, and the seat of it rode up on her ass, basically becoming a thong.

[@KamalaKunt posted: It's #TBT so I brought out this classic number. Who do you think wore it better, me or the Captain?]

The next was a selfie of Kamala, having taken a picture of her reflection while dressed in a itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie yellow lightning bolt bikini. Her phone was in her right hand, while looming behind her was a unmistakably Rob, even if he was shot from the neck down. He had his hands possessively on Kamala's wide hips, while her free hand gripped his erect cock.

[@KamalaKunt posted: Trying on a new bikini today. I think Daddy likes it #HotSlutSummer #SunsOutTitsOut #BrownPussyLovesWhiteCock]

All of the other student leered at the screen with mixed emotion. Unbridled lust for Rob, plus some for Kamala and her killer body and revealing outfits. Yet more seething jealousy directed at Kamala for being so close with the object of their desires. A newly sprouted perverted creativity, as they thought of what they could do with a platform like this. Rob gave them no reason to wait.

"All I ask of you is to make an account on Slutter and have fun. Post as much or as little as you want, just use your minds and enjoy yourself. Oh, and be sure to follow me and I'll follow you back, so I can keep an eye on my fledgling sluts. My account is @TheMaster..."

All at once, the girls whipped out their phone to hurriedly make new accounts, minds already racing with possibilities of what they could do with a weekend of time and the need to impress and wow their teacher. Rob leaned back on his erotic throne and grinned smugly as his phone buzzed over and over, flooded with sudden notifications.

@BGCLuz is now following you
@BCGAmity is now following you
@AnneBoobchuy is now following you
@SashaBoss is now following you
@MarcyWaifu is now following you
@Ultraviolet is now following you
@GoGoBabe is now following you
@ImpossibleSlut is now following you
@AllAmericanBitch is now following you
@SpiderTease is now following you
@RavishingRaven is now following you
@AlienPrincessSlavegirl is now following you
@MartianManFucker is now following you
@HermioneHusspussy is now following you
@GinnyGryffinwhore is now following you
@ChoRavencunt is now following you
@LunaSlytherthot is now following you
@DarkQueen_of_Pleasure is now following you
@NaughtyLuckyGirl is now following you
@OneThiccQueen is now following you
@MistressNoire is now following you
@DragonLadyChie is now following you
@CaptivePrincess is now following you
@BigFists_BigTits is now following you
@PunkRockSlut is now following you
@Pretty_In_Pink is now following you
@CallMeTsuMaster is now following you

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Really happy with this one and how it turned out. The Slut Class reveal has been a longtime coming, and I had a lot of fun coming up with the perverted handles for the girls. What are your favourites? Mine are "@MarcyWaifu" and "@MartianManFucker"