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  Sexy Girl on the Bus

  Written by: The Mad Hatter

  I am going to be writing most of this in past tense, as I want to make a catalog of the changes I have been going through. This means some details may be missing and I am telling parts out of order. I promise writing all later chapters we be as it happens.

  First off my name is Chris Douglas, and until recently I was a regular guy. Was a kind of chubby guy, but not fat. Would have been good looking if I only knew how to style myself. Average is the best way to go over that, income and height. The only exception, unless you consider this the average, is a nonexistent sex life. Never thought I was worth much and I kind of guessed women sensed that.

  Back to the first day of “the event”. I woke up that day feeling no different, except that I woke up rested, who does that. Went down to for breakfast with my mom and little sister. Mom was still making eggs and my sister was playing on her phone before going to her classes. We both were a college student and both still lived at home. Not complaining saved me money and kept the family together.

  Now, my first hint that something was different is this aura they put off. Aura being the best way I can explain it, but another way is a smell that I wasn’t smelling, but felt. Now it was something like a form of heat they put off, and it was at a low simmer temperature right now.

  Spent all the breakfast trying to understand this feeling. It was until near the end that I started to wrap my head around it. In fact, I felt that I could effect it, increasing it and decreasing it. At first, I thought this was just an odd notion in my head, but I did increase it on my sister. About the same time, I did that she started to get a weird blush on her face.

  Being the almost virgin that I am, it took me a few moments to realize what it was. Short answer I hit abort on that as fast as I could. For those who are reading this and did not catch it, she was getting turned on. Further evidence of this is the tenting of her shirt, revealing just how thin it was.

  My mother, not known for being subtle, “Is it cold in here?” This changed my sister’s blush to one of embarrassment. I brought that heat back down, and she returned to normal. Sitting in that chair long after I had finished eating. Giving away how scared I was about what I had done.

  Per her usual by the time I snapped out of my stupor, my sister had left me at home instead of taking me to school. She had done this many times, and it resulted in me taking the buses, which is not that bad all things considering. I wanted to keep my distance from her, with what just happened.

  The bus stop was just down the street and it was a casual walk, even more in luck I did not have to wait long. Getting on the bus I prepared myself to have to stand the whole time and found a seat next to a rather cute woman. She was kind and allowed me to use the seat next to her.

  She was not super skinny, but didn’t have too many curves, she may had a little bit of an ass in the denim skirt she wore. I can tell you she had about a B cup, being a breast man I had a good eye for that. She had this girl next door, super cute look to her.

  Once again I felt that aura, and it came from everyone around me; male as well as female. I was more interested in the aura she put off, it was warmer than the one my family had put off. It took me a little bit of focus for me to be able to grasp just her aura she put out. It was something like trying to grab just one string in web. After moment or so I finally was able to get it; which is good as I was getting close to my bus stop.

  Now that I had it and only that aura in my grasp I decided to see what I could to it. I am a cautious person, but this time I decided fuck it and decided to push that heat up on her. On a scale from 1 to a 10, 1 being the low simmer and 10 being roaring heat, I pushed her to around a 7. The effect was immediate, and she seemed to melt a little bit. She was sweating, squirming and start putting off a smell that I think I am the only one who picked it up. Another odd behavior she started to do was suck on her finger. Seeming to enjoy the feeling of something between her lips.

  I’d feel sorry for her being a guinea pig against her will, but for some reason, I could not muster the ability to care. At the time I attributed it to my raging hardon, but later found out that may not be the case. Back to the woman who was trying her hardest to not play with herself next to me in a public place. One hand was at her mouth as she sucked on her finger, and the other kept creeping up her own thighs.

  Another part of the aura became obvious to me. I could only describe it coming into view like doing where’s Waldo. You find him, once he’s found him you cannot help see him. It was not a form of heat, but more like a slight pull, like a magnet. I had learned how to change the heat, now I wondered if I could do the same with this new part of the puzzle.

  I already had a good grasp of her aura. Now I was able to tune out everyone else’s, but getting “hold” of this part of it was a little trickery. Think two magnets and you are trying to position them a specific way and it keeps rotating back. After a bit, it finally started to hold, and I found myself able to start seeing what it was doing to her.

  What I had been playing with was her attraction to me. At first, she seemed to want to keep looking out the window as she was losing control. She did have a bit of perspiration forming on her face, but then she turned to me. The innocent look in her eyes disappeared and replaced with a predatory look. She was hungry, and it looked like I was the only possible thing on the menu. Fortune seemed to save me as we arrived at my stop, which not to my surprise she followed me.

  The University I went to was an older one. With some rather large dorms and even some apartments that were open for rent. Living close by I did not want nor qualify for it. An added benefit to being near a school is that I have explored most of the halls. We were able to slip our way into a faculty bathroom. Locking them from the inside became important in this situation.

  I ushered her into that staff bathroom, was clean and she lost control once we were in the bathroom. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of herself rubbing against me. Maybe more that I enjoyed the feeling of her. The moans coming out of her sounded more like I had already started fucking her. Her breast did feel amazing as she wrapped her legs around me, and almost seemed determined to eat my face.

  Skipping most foreplay she had my dick out and in her mouth, before I could appreciate the situation. That innocent look she had to hide some amazing skills. She worked her face all the way up and down my shaft, lips wrapped around them. Her amazing dirty blonde hair pulled back, as she seemed to get off on the act. Although she did have her left hand playing with glorious nether regions. As she did this a smell wafted up from her, and it made me hungry, something I would not understand much later. My sex addled brain was able to register it smelling like Mandarin Oranges. Why at the time I had no clue, yet I had more important things to worry about.

  It had been three years since I had sex, count me surprised that I was still conscious from her stunning lips. I only seemed to be getting stronger from it. The more energy she put into giving pleasure the more strength and control over myself I seemed to have. As she continued to show her enthusiasm for sucking down my skin flute, her skill seemed to develop. Almost at an unnatural pace. At first, it was only enthusiasm. Now she showed the skill that could only have been over much practice.

  Her self-pleasure also further evolved. At first, she started with one finger, then two, now she was onto three. The sound of her going playing with herself was audible over the sounds of her sucking me off. The only reason I could hear it at all was the sheer wetness of her panties and her dripping on the ground. This woman had lost almost all control and was moving like a beast in heat.

  She went on for about two minutes, non-stop playing with m
y dick. Some of the time she would face fucking herself with my six inches. Other times she would just lick the whole length, including my balls. At some point I expected her to want me to put it in her before I jizzed all over her, but she never made any move for me too. At first, she was battling her gag reflex. That was long gone by now. All this could only describe as her finding religion on my dick.

  With all this pleasure I was receiving I wondered why I never had any release. I can still swear she was writing love letters to me on my dick, and then writing response further down the shaft. It was after the first two minutes that I discovered a kind of muscle control that wasn't there before. It was almost like holding in a pee. I flexing it and felt myself getting close to cumming all in her mouth. Trying to give her a break I decided to pull the trigger and let her get her reward. Although I did not tell her, this woman who had me fooled as an innocent girl caught all it in her mouth.

  Once that happened everything changed. Instead of just sensing things, I could feel her. Not quite, but it was almost like she was an extension of myself. I could feel something like a vibration of the pleasure that she was getting from herself. In turn, made me more turned on. As she continued to have fun with me, I toyed with these feelings. Never lost my hardon and she took to the sink and presented her backside to me. Her denim skirt flipped up and her panties on the floor, I took full advantage of the gifts she gave me.

  While I was going through the motions I played with these senses. In my mind, the feelings that were coming off of her became something like clay and I molded it as such. Not sure what I was doing it was trial and error to see what it did. What it did was more obvious than anything else I had done. The first thing that changed was her breast started to swell bigger. It was slow at first, yet it was noticeable, even from behind.

  Her tits grew, and pushing her shirt outward. Her shirt having once been a little loose was now getting tighter. Not sure if she noticed, but she got more aggressive, or was not happy with my pace, and disengaged with me. I found myself on the ground as she took matters into her own hands. Manipulating my dick into her snatch, she took the plunge and hit bottom. She was already worked up to that level, or this was so magical for her I felt her squirt around my dick.

  Her wet vagina flexed around my penis in ways that my limited experience never felt before. Enjoying the feeling was only topped by the sight in front of me. Her tits were still getting bigger and rounder. At one point I wondered what had happened to her bra, but I came to realize it had broken a long time ago. She was getting close to D cup when her shirt lost its first button. The rest removed, as she ripped it off. Tossing her ripped shirt and snapped bra, she never lost her momentum. I thought with her tiny frame that a set of D’s was good enough so I tried to pull back my manipulations of her form. It did not work, and she kept on growing.

  On Top of me, I had the best view of her breast swelling. As they lowered down her rib cage and took on the size of a professional pornstar. As she went up on my dick they were compressing down on her chest. When she came back down they would have hit her in the face, if they had not been so firm. Her nipples had to of been half an inch long, made me want to wrap my lips around them. Her aurora was now the size of my palm. This only made me want to bury my face in the impossible cleavage enjoying as the engulfed my face.

  The way her breast grew made them perfect for me. Large and firm, not to mention still growing. I had only seen tits likes hers in magazines and movies, these were right in front of me. I finally found out how to stop them around G cup, and started enjoying them. Burying my face in that momentous glory. They were better than I thought they would be, and they only seemed to be more sensitive the bigger they got. They were huge and when I did bury my face in them, they engulfed my head. They were large enough that almost all sounds and sight in the bathroom disappeared when I had a face in there.

  She had been orgasming the whole time. When I started tweaking her nipples she lost whatever control she had left. Her nipples had been hard when I first put it in my mouth. Afterward, they reached a level that should not be possible. If her tits had not been as large as they were, her continuing to ride my dick would have pulled that nipple out of my mouth. Her perfect breast never posed that problem.

  I found this to be the time to finally give her another load. Using my new found abilities, I could cum on command. When I did, I knew she was mine. Everything about her was mine, her body, and her future. Although at the time I had no idea what that meant. She finally collapsed. After having one last massive orgasm that triggers the moment I released into her. She started babbling, and fell off of me, having passed out at some point in the process.

  Using her time on the ground I looked myself over. The parts of my clothes that I was wearing looked a little smaller. Like my pant legs were pulling away from my shoes a little, and I also seemed to have lost my gut. If there was a connection between all this I had not showed. I think it is a safe bet that my newfound abilities were changing me. They were only noticeable if you knew where to look, and in these clothes. After she had passed out I had “willed” my penis soft, not even sure how I did it, based on my desire to do so. Now that I looked at it, though, and knowing what it should look like soft, it looked bigger than it should be.

  I stretched it out wanting to be sure, but as I did it went hard as steel. It took some further self-exploring to find out that I could make myself hard at will, and soft at will. This is not to mention that my former Six-inch penis was up to eight and with some a sizable growth in girth. Still not sure when this change had occurred, I willed it soft and put it away.

  Another change was my attitude over her before I looked at her as another person, but now I looked at her an item I owned. The feeling of ownership I could almost understand. The other feeling I had toward her was harder to explain, but to put it into words, she felt like a meal. These changes should scare me, but it just wasn’t there. My inner dialogue ended as she started to wake up.

  The Woman who woke up was not the woman who had passed out. I expected her to scream or panic over what she had done, but I was wrong. She was wrapping herself around my leg and kept repeating “Master don’t leave me.” The woman, known as Stephanie, now wanted me to call her my slave.

  I was not surprised from the whole turn of events but felt ok with it. I also wasn't confused by my feeling toward her. All I knew is that this woman was my slave. I could do whatever I wanted with her, this was something I wanted to further explore.

  It being late winter/early spring I packed a hoodie in the case of a sudden temperature drop. This was good as there is no way the tattered remains of her clothes would fit her. I had her fetch it from my backpack. It was throw across the room at some point, still not sure when that happened. When she reached in and pulled it out, she reacted like I gave her the lost grail, treating it as a valuable treasure. She was able to fit it over her massive breast, but it hid nothing of how massive they were.

  “My pet,” her title felt right and did not even stun me when I called her it. “I wish to continue this elsewhere.”

  On her knees in front of me, keeping her eyes on the ground she responded. “Yes master, my apartment is on campus.” This was odd, if she had an apartment on campus why had she been on the bus, I asked that, but not in a kind way. “Master I had been coming from my job.” This satisfied my curiosity, and I allowed her to escort me.

  Walking through campus was an odd experience. She held my hand the whole way, not as if she was leading me, it felt more like she was asking for permission to continue. This is not to mention the odd looks I was getting from the people in the common areas. The men and some women were staring at her. I could feel the heat starting to build, which had to be my sense of people’s arousal. The oddest part of it was that some of the women were not staring at her. The magnetic feel aimed at me, not her. The magnet feeling is the person attraction to me, but I am sure you figured that out already.

  I do not know if this was part of
the changes to me, or more to do with my powers. Before women would never have looked twice at me, and now they could not seem to take their eyes off of me. It may also have to do with the fact I was walking with a living wet dream of a woman. “Master if you wish to get another slave I can wait.” She caught my attention with this, and I did consider it but thought against it. This is something I will have to explore later.

  We reached one of the older apartments, which made of brick. From our previous experience, she was not quiet during sex. I was definitely planning on doing more of that. There was also my desire to see what else I could change about her. With the change from B cups to her now firm G cups, there was this suspicion that this was just the beginning. For starters, although I am not much of an ass man, I did not want to leave my pet so unbalanced.

  Her apartment was rather Spartan, with a futon, a desk and bed being the only real furniture in it. By the end of the night, I intended to use all three. Once the door shut she turned to face me, eyes cast down. It came off as a sign of obedience, but it could have been her staring at the outline of my semi hard dick.

  “Master if you prefer, I can make you some food,” eyes never rising to meet mine.

  “No pet, you are my meal.” With that I picked her up with strength I did not know I had and positioned her with her bent over the couch. Her panties still soaking wet, and the orange smell radiating from her. This confidence took over me and I started to enjoy myself.