Macy shook her head. She was already the biggest person in school, looming over the previous holder of that title, Mr. Jackson, by a whopping 10 inches. She was more than plenty as it was, and didn't need to be any more.
Then again, if the rumors she heard about the 6'8" math teacher were true... she may very well need to be even larger just to be able to take the full length of Mr. Jackson's monster!
... perhaps it would be best to "burn" these desires out for now before she returned to her friends, and subsequently made further regrettable choices.
Yet first, Macy would need to ensure no one else took the Dictaphone or stumbled upon the notes of her friends' change. Her backpack would have to suffice for now.
When the chess club door finally opened, Peter and the rest of the football team turned their gaze towards the door and downward, preparing to perform the blessed task of aiding their diminutive mistress Macy carry her enormous tits. And her books. And whatever else she wanted. They were hers to do with as she saw fit.
Peter nearly freaked out when his face became briefly buried within the glorious cleavage they all worshiped, only now way higher up than expected. The whole team stood drooling as they stared at a Macy much taller than any of them. She was a goddess of beauty made flesh... or perhaps the only real woman in a world full of children and hags.
Regardless, the sensual overload deep fried any recollection of the short, incredibly stacked beauty she used to be from their minds. The reaction was undoubtedly helped by the fact she stood there naked as the day she was born, save for her glasses.
"I'm the most sexually attractive thing you boys have seen in your lives," Macy said with a perfect smile. "I know. I might not need your aid with carrying my girls around, but... I think there's something else you might be able to assist me with."
The team followed the brunette amazon into the chess room, their eyes locked on her heart shaped ass as it sashayed from side to side. Nearly all of the tables and chairs had been pushed to the back to make as much room as possible. "I will make myself clear." Macy directed their attention to the sets of backpacks and her own clothes as she set her glasses down. "You are not to touch any of these without my permission. Failure to comply will bring you nothing but ruin."
Macy examined Peter, circling around him as she contemplated. She recalled all the times he'd personally shoved her into her own locker, trying to look like the big man on campus. He'd been especially cruel to her in the past whenever he tried to impress Vanessa Barnes. She could practically smell his fear and arousal. "You're dating Vanessa Barnes currently, correct?"
"Y-yes mistress." Peter replied.
"She's made it clear that you're not equal in the relationship, yes? She dominates and uses you as her toy."
"E-everyone here knows Vanessa is a bitch, mistress. She is - er, was - the hottest girl in school, though.
"S-she pales in comparison to you or mistress Chelsea, of course!"
Macy listened intently. Peter wasn't especially bright even when his cock wasn't doing all of the thinking, but he certainly confirmed Chelsea's words about sexual attractiveness equating to power in society.
Time to apply some real power. "Of course. Take a seat, Peter. Under no circumstances are you to cum until I say otherwise."
"Y-yes mistress."
"The rest of you are to strip." Macy commanded. "This may be my first time having sex, so I will be applying the scientific method.
"Since I know science isn't a strong suit for many of you, that means I'm going to test. Thoroughly."
The team hurriedly obeyed, and stood before her, their cocks fully erect as if pining for Macy's attention.
She appraised the group of boys. Each nearly came the moment her hands graced their bodies as she arranged them into some sort of order, though their minds were far too clouded with arousal to discern what that order was.
After about half an hour, the boys were willing to call bullshit on Macy's claim of this being her first time... albeit not to the white hot amazon's face. Each had been brought to the very edge of orgasm within a few seconds of her advancing, and while she'd certainly enjoyed herself, she quickly grew bored of them long before she came close to the climax she sought.
On command, each boy who proved to be a disappointment shot their thick, sticky load all over Peter before collapsing onto the floor with stupid smiles across their faces. He had enough sense to know Macy was doing this to humiliate him. But he dared not complain for fear of upsetting the amazonian beauty.
There was a knock on the door. "Whoever is in here, get out. We want to get our bags." Chelsea's voice demanded.
Peter was tempted to obey her voice, but a glare from Macy was sufficient to quash that. "I had a change of plans, and am currently busy ensuring these boys will forever know their place," Macy answered. "Come back in about an hour."
Once her friends complied and left, Macy turned her attention towards Peter. He looked about ready to explode in his pants. "Cum, and do not pass out." she said, absentmindedly fingering herself.
Peter couldn't resist her command even if he wanted to. He visibly shuddered in his seat as he climaxed, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head from the sheer pleasure.
"Now then," she said, sensually biting a fingernail. "Surely there's something Barnes sees in you, so I've high expectations."
Macy was upon Peter in moments. Even after half an hour of fucking his teammates, the brunette amazon's scent was just as intoxicating as before, and so he happily accepted being stripped naked.
He'd watched her dominate and toy with his teammates like a professional porn star. Yet his experience with Macy was completely different to what he'd expected or even experienced before. It was by far more primal, almost like something out of Animal Planet. The look in her eyes made it clear he was barely worth being described as prey, yet he was far too aroused to care. If anything, it turned him on more. Everything about mistress Macy did.
Macy easily brought Peter to the very edge of a tremendous climax and held him there. She commanded his dick to fill her up completely, stretching to a length and girth it wouldn't be able to achieve otherwise, and to stay that size for when she switched and brought her massive breasts to bear around it. No matter what though, she made sure to remain on top of the boy who likely didn't remember having ever wronged her. Why would anyone wrong a towering sexual goddess incarnate, right?
As she continued to bombard Peter's brain with unending sexual pleasure, Macy discovered the pleasures of lactating. She never thought about being able to, but it wasn't surprising. She had the biggest tits around, so why wouldn't they also be the milkiest? Yet more proof she's the only real woman in a world of children.
Macy moaned in approval as she made Peter suck on her nipples, discovering them to be more sensitive than she anticipated.
Finally, she and Peter screamed as they climaxed in unison. Macy felt his spunk fill her womb, though fortunately she couldn't unwillingly get pregnant; she did not want to bear his children.
As she basked in the afterglow, Macy ensured Peter would always smell faintly of her. "Well that was exhilarating! I could do that all day!" she exclaimed. "How about you, Peter?"
Peter couldn't respond. He was completely spent, and barely conscious. His mind was completely broken at this point. His teammates might be her slaves or servants, but he knew his place was barely above dirt. He was nothing more than mistress Macy's personal toy. He smiled stupidly as the knowledge that he lived only to please her sank in.
"Perhaps another time, then." Macy concluded, more than satisfied with what she had done to Peter. Her former tormentor was now entirely devoted to her. He'd happily do the most menial and demeaning tasks imaginable if she told him to, even ignoring her friends and his own safety just for a chance to experience the pleasure she could deliver. He couldn't cum without her.
A few minutes later, Macy got dressed, a pair of boys helping her put her custom-made bra on. Her shirt was XXL, yet her breasts still hogged nearly all of the room available, leaving her abdomen exposed and the Macy's logo stretched across her boulders. Her skirt fared better, though did nothing to hide miles of delicious legs. Despite being no older than they were, she reminded the football team of a super sexy teacher, or even a librarian.
Granted, even the hot Spanish teacher Miss Esperanza was nothing next to mistress Macy. Mistress Macy was the sexiest thing imaginable, with or without her clothes on!
The boys got dressed and rearranged the room according to their mistress's directions, with the exception of the backpacks. They left afterwards, leaving Macy alone with Peter, who clung to her like a lost puppy.
Macy had changed. Gone was the quiet, reserved girl who tried and failed to reign her friends in. In her place was a far more confident girl who could have anything she wants, but could still enjoy other people having free will. She was done being a victim, and done with being ignored.
From now on, she was in charge. She still respected Chelsea as a friend, but anyone who would recklessly leave a reality-bending voice recorder behind for anyone to discover while parading around the school no longer deserved to lead.
Fri Aug 02 00:00:00 2019