“Sure, mom,” Sophia rolled her eyes as she put on the white panties she had chosen, then put on a matching white bra, “I don't plan on dating anyone just yet, but if I do find someone I will be sure to bring them over for dinner.” She reassured her mother as she put on white stockings to match her white underwear. After straitening up she checked herself in a mirror, then turned around to see the outfit her mother had chosen for her.
"Haaahn... mmh... haahn." Aki shudders, Why... why isn't it... aaahn, disappearing. She whimpers, rubbing her pussy over her panties, and nylons. Her breathing becomes ragged as her arousal continues to rise with no end in sight. "Nnnnh." Desperately, she pulls up her sweater, allowing her large, heavy, bra-clad breasts spring free. "Mmmh." Biting onto the fabric of her sweater, Aki uses her left hand to fondle herself. Mmmh... aaahn... why... that... disgusting man... nnnh. She recalls her father's associate, and the way he clearly lusted after her. "Mmmh... haahn, aaahn." Even as she tried to think of her boyfriend, her mind wanders back to the overweight old man. "Mmmh... mmmh." She starts to shudder, "C-curses!" Aki says in a needy tone. Taking a deep breath, she decides to use her powers on herself, with her expert control, there shouldn't be any danger... even with the current state her mind is in. The heiress takes a deep breath, before focusing her telekinesis within her pussy. Conjuring an invisible cock, about the same size as Lee's.
Victor waved goodbye and—having nothing better to do—he headed outside to find a place to enjoy the snacks he was left with.
Realizing the people who kidnapped him may try to eavesdrop, he quiets down before answering. "Yeah, I got the letter the other day. Frankly, I'm all for getting to practice my powers in a safe environment, and not in the back of a truck." He lands on the road next to her. "And it'll give me a reprieve from my enemies, of course." Looking back at the vehicle, Max turns his gaze to Mikhaila. "And I'm very glad we're not enemies. In my state, you'd mop the floor with me! Your powers are tremendous!" "Fish for more information while I hang back for now. That's the new plan."
The two walked around some more, before finally finishing their tour. Tia then thanked David and decided to check on the first years - she needed at least two, if not more, followers. Girls who would look up to her and follow her. Ones that would become her tools and admirers...
Scrambling around, Lucas manages to dislodge himself from the man grabbing him, giving him a hard blow that sends the guy reeling. Before he can recover, though, he feels a fist slam into his jaw. "You'd better. And they'd better be worthy of you." Her mother growls, handing Sophia the outfit for her to try on - a sweater/skirt combo. Aki feels the phantom cock rubbing against her, but her need only grows as it touches her. Her boyfriend's size, perfectly respectable, just isn't doing anything for her... Heading out, Victor moves towards a small lake near the dorms, taking a seat on the shore as he enjoys the surprisingly nice treats, He relaxes, hearing the slow movement of the calm water. Then, he hears something else. "Vic...tor..." His grandfather moans from somewhere unseen. "Thanks!" The girl blushes a bit, seeming flattered by the compliment. "Uh, we should probably get out of here before anyone else shows up. May I?" She hovers her arm near his waist, and after a moment of confusion, the young man realises she's wanting permission to grab him and fly him away. It doesn't long before Tia identifies some likely candidates. Two girls in revealing bodysuits wander around the building, looking like they're not sure where to go or what to do. "Do we have to wear these? They show so much skin!" The girl on the right says. "Quiet, everyone here wears stuff like this! We've got to fit in!" Her friend scolds her.
"Mmmmh!" Letting out a frustrated moan, Aki slowly increases the size of the phantom cock inside of her. Her mind unconsciously going as far as to recreate the ambassador's meat pole.
"Good plan. The sooner we get out of here, the better." With a nod, he puts her arm around his waist. "Up, up, and away, and all that." "So, you know a decent bit about me, can you tell me some more about yourself?"
'Grandpa?' Victor startled from his relaxing, sharpening his ears and stilling his breathing. Was he hallucinating?
“Of course, mom.” Sophia took the outfit and put it on, then checked herself in the mirror. “Hmm... I'd say that looks good. What do you think?” She turned to face her mother and posed a few times, both to show off the outfit and to get used to how it felt wearing it.
The blow hurts, though hardly the first time he’s been punched in the face. Going with the force of it a bit than resisting, he aims to reduce the impact of it as he aims for a quick and fast punch to the stomach.
"Greetings!" Tia said as she walked into the changing room. She decided to check if there was a locker with her name - she doubted that, but if it was, she wanted to check the costume assigned to her. "Those look quite good on you." She said as she looked them over. "Very... striking."
"I shouldn't." Magenta replied both to her partner and her pussy. Not a 'No.', or a polite decline, but rather something that more stated 'Convince me.' "You don't want it, you don't have'ta take it. But ain't you here for a good time?" the unknown man asked. "I'm here with my boyfriend." Mags replied and it brought a little smile to her lips. It felt good to call him that. The man made a half-hearted gesture of looking around. "I don't see 'em. An' it looks ta me like you tryin' ta convince yourself more'n me." Her spirit passenger made her pussy throb, and Magenta whimpered shaking her head. "N-not here. Please." Her dance partner grinned and gripped her arm pulling her away. "Don't worry babe, I know a place." Magenta moved with him, and a few others came too. The young woman's eyes scanned the crowd looking for Mark but she couldn't spot in in the poor light and the massive cluster of bodies moving to the beat of the music. They reached a stairway leading up to the second level of the club and a quartered-off area with fogged glass. One could see shapes and figures behind it from the club below but little else. There was a pair of bouncers guarding the entryway but Mags was a little surprised when they let her group through. Inside was only slightly better lit than the main club, and Magenta could tell this was a VIP room. There were several booths around and most were taken up by other groups. Walking past the first booth Mags was stunned to see one man sitting back while a woman's head was under the table blatantly giving him a blowjob in the open. Looking around Mags spotted another woman riding a man openly while a third was suspended between two men on a small dance floor being double penetrated. Another group was smoking up and the tell-tale smell of weed permeated the room. At still another booth a waiter just delivered a pouch of red powder to a group sitting down and they started cutting it into lines. "Yes." her passenger cried. "This is where we belong." The man pulling Magenta along came to an empty booth where he sat her down and produced a plastic bag of the red stuff. He dumped its contents onto the table and cut a few lines before taking one himself. "Go on girl." He said to her, "You know you want to." "He's right." the spirit said to her. "You do want to." Still stimulated from the drink and against her better judgment, Magenta took the offered roll and snorted one of the lines.
