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Band of Sisters	By : TheEvilFaery Category: +G through L > Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Views: 14943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Mother-Daughter Bonding
- 2-Extra-Curricular Activities
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Band of Sisters
By The Evil Fairy
Chapter Two: Extra-Curricular Activities
The next day Mandy woke to the sensation of her mother nuzzling her naked sex beneath the sheets of what used to be her parent’s bed. Normally Mandy would be very irritated at being awakened before she woke up by herself, especially since this was earlier than she usually cared to rise. But she had requested this wake-up call. And she had to admit, this was about the best way to disturb her sleep she could imagine.
Mandy’s hand slipped down and she ran her fingers through Claire’s russet blonde hair. Her mom paused for a moment. “Is my baby finally awake?” she cooed. Her mother’s warm breath against the wet skin of her mound gave Mandy goosebumps. “I’ve been at this for awhile,” Claire continued, with a soft chuckle. “You really didn’t want to wake up.”
“Well,” Mandy muttered, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” After their first encounter and her father’s departure, Mandy had insisted Claire show her everything she knew. As it turned out that was quite a bit, and Mandy was a talented student. The two had stayed up very late as mother schooled daughter in the pleasures of the flesh.
Her hand tightened in her mother’s hair, making Claire squeak softly. “Make me come,” Mandy ordered, “and then get out of bed and make me pancakes.”
Claire giggled, “Yes dear,” and went to work. Her tongue traced slow lines up and down Mandy’s petals before slipping between them and swirling quickly around the small girl’s clit. As she licked, Claire’s hand slid up Mandy’s inner thighs and her index finger gently probed the entrance to Mandy’s canal, but without going inside.
In minutes, Mandy’s short legs were squeezing the sides of her mother’s head, and she let out a low moan as a gentle orgasm washed over her. Claire lapped the nectar from her daughter’s quim for a bit longer before crawling out from between the sheets and heading downstairs, still in the nude.
Though her dour expression didn’t change Mandy basked in the afterglow, drifting through a warm half-doze until the aroma of her breakfast drifted upstairs and roused her. With a final yawn she slipped downstairs, neglecting to put on any clothes as well, and headed into the kitchen. Her mother had taken the precaution of putting on apron as she cooked, but nothing else. When she heard her little girl pull out a chair at the table, she turned with a sunny smile. “Good timing my sweet little darling!” she chirped, putting a plate stacked high with pancakes down in front of Mandy. “Eat up!”
Mandy ate as her mother cleaned up. When everything was put away, Clair knelt on the floor next to Mandy, resting her head on the small girl’s bare thigh. “Don’t bother going to work today,” Mandy said between mouthfuls.
“Yes dear,” Claire agreed, nodding. “Should I call and tell them I quit?”
“If you want. It doesn’t matter. After today, you won’t need to work anymore.” Her breakfast finished, Mandy pushed back from the table. “I’m going to get dressed and head to Billy’s house. You stay here until I come and get you.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Claire replied, staring dreamily up at her daughter. Mandy stood and started heading out of the kitchen but stopped when she realized her mother was still kneeling on the floor.
Mandy let out a small, frustrated sigh. “When I said stay here, I meant the house. You don’t have to stay on the floor.”
“Thank you darling!” Claire gushed, climbing to her feet. “You’re such a sweet girl.”
“Whatever,” Mandy replied, rolling her eyes. Some aspects of this, she thought as she stomped upstairs, are gonna get old fast.
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Realizing how strongly she smelled of female sex, Mandy decided to take a shower before donning her school uniform. She hadn’t removed her magical headband even once since she had first put it on, and with her experience with such things she wasn’t at all surprised to find that it refused to come off her head. After futilely tugging on it for a few minutes the small blonde bowed to the inevitable and got in the shower, simply washing her hair around the mystical accessory.
After her shower Mandy dressed quickly. She decided panties would simply get in the way of her planned activities and went without them, leaving herself bare beneath her plaid blue school skirt. As she left the house her mother met her by the door to give her a long, lingering kiss that was a clear invitation to stay. Mandy couldn’t deny the temptation, but her plans couldn’t wait.
As Mandy approached Billy’s house, she noticed a peculiar smell in the air. The closer she got, the stronger the scent became, until the air was thick with the odor of old chicken soup. It seemed to be coming from Billy’s backyard, so Mandy went directly there instead of going through the house. The smell was emanating from a large hut in the center of the yard, a sagging, dripping structure that was composed entirely out of a translucent brown substance.
The door to the hut flew open with a wet squelch and Billy came out, grinning. “Hi Mandy!” he shouted, waving both arms enthusiastically. “Check out my soup skin house!”
“Where’s Grim?” Mandy asked just as the Reaper himself also stepped out of the hut, bending over double to avoid touching the sagging door frame.
“Ugh,” the skeletal figured muttered as he wrung out the hem of his robes. “I feel like a soup bone.”
“Listen up bonehead,” Mandy said shortly, snapping her fingers to get Grim’s attention. “I need you to do something for me.”
“And what’s dat?” Grim replied, pulling off his head to shake the last few drops of soupy condensation out.
“I need Billy out of my hair at school today,” Mandy said, pointing at her idiotic friend. “Take him wherever he wants to go, but keep him off the planet.”
“Gosh Mandy,” Billy said uncertainly, “I don’t think I can just skip school. I mean, I’m not sick or anything! Won’t my Mom get mad?”
“Well let’s find out,” Mandy said ominously, turning to Billy’s house. “Billy’s Mom! Get out here!”
A few moments later, Gladys emerged. As always, her eye began twitching violently at the sight of Grim. “Well” the redheaded mother chirped in a voice full of unsettlingly forced cheerfulness, “shouldn’t you kids be on the way to school?”
“Billy won’t be going to school today,” Mandy said in a low tone.
Gladys blinked in surprise, tearing her gaze away from the Grim Reaper to look down at Mandy. “What do you mean he…” Gladys’ eyes widened, and Mandy could feel the hair band growing warm again. “He…he…”
“He isn’t going to school today,” Mandy repeated, keeping her voice level. “I don’t want him to.”
Gladys opened and closed her mouth a few times, bewilderment showing clearly on her face. “Wha…what are…oh, Mandy…!” Tears appeared in the corners of Gladys’ eyes, and she dropped to her knees, unable to tear her eyes from the blonde little girl’s face.
“Tell Billy he can skip school today,” Mandy said patiently.
“Billy can skip school today,” the redhead breathed. “Anything, anything you want, Mandy.”
Mandy turned back to Billy and Grim, and Gladys let out an audible moan of disappointment. Billy was looking slightly confused, and Grim seemed entirely nonplussed. “You heard the lady. Get going.” Mandy put her hands on her hips and stared imperiously at the two.
“Mandy, dat headband…” Grim started, but Mandy cut him off.
“I know. Now get Billy out of here. I’ve got plans for today. And when you get back, come see me. I don’t think I’ll be hard to find.”
“Er…right. Okay. C’mon Billy…let’s get some breakfast.”
At the mention of food, Billy grinned, forgetting his momentary confusion instantly. “Alright! Let’s get some soup! I gots a craving!”
With a disgusted groan, Grim cut open space with his scythe and the two were gone.
“Mandy…?” From behind the blonde Gladys called out in a soft, pleading tone.
“I know,” Mandy said, turning back to Billy’s mother. She stepped close and ran her fingers over Gladys’ cheek, and the adult woman let her eyes flutter shut as she leaned her face into the touch. “Go to my house,” Mandy commanded in a near-whisper. “Stay with my Mom. I’ll be home late today.”
“Please, please hurry home as fast as you can,” Gladys said in a trembling voice.
“We’ll see,” Mandy said, turning from Gladys and walking away. “I have a lot to do.”
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Mandy wanted to get to school early, but since she had gotten such an early start she could afford to take a roundabout route, going down alleys wherever possible to avoid being seen. The bulk of the other students were just beginning to arrive as she entered the school grounds. She paused at the gate, her eyes scanning over the other children until she found what she was looking for.
Three of Mindy’s cronies were hanging out by the front steps, chatting while they waited for their leader. Mandy’s eyes narrowed slightly as she made her way to them. A peculiar change came over the schoolyard as she passed through it. The boys were completely unaffected by her presence, their playing and talking completely uninterrupted. But any girl who caught sight of her simply couldn’t look away. Even those who just got a glimpse of the blonde out of the corner of their eye were caught, looking around dazedly until they focused on Mandy. And once they were snared they all silently followed after her, completely enraptured.
By the time Mandy had crossed the hundred feet from the gate to the front entrance, almost every girl in the yard was following her, and the headband felt like it was actually pulsing slightly as it warmed her scalp. Mindy’s friends remained completely oblivious, gabbing away and not even looking up as Mandy drew close. Then Mandy cleared her throat, and the three looked up. One was a short Asian girl with long black hair in pigtails, another was a skinny girl with a freckled face and short brown hair and the last, whom frequently acted as Mindy's second in command, was a pretty little redhead with curly hair. All of them had expressions of extreme annoyance as they saw their leader’s archenemy standing so close.
But in seconds, annoyance gave way to confusion. And from confusion, worship. All three girls blushed brightly as they stared at Mandy, drinking in the sight of her face like they were dying of thirst. Mandy spoke, and Mindy’s friends along with the large crowd surrounding them held their collective breaths, not wanting to miss a word. “Is Mindy here yet?”
“No…no she isn’t,” the little blonde said after a moment, “Mandy.” She breathed the name like a prayer.
“Good. I want you three to wait here for her. When she gets here, I want you to grab her and take her to the big auditorium. Keep her backstage. Tie her up, gag her, and blindfold her. Do not forget the blindfold. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mandy,” The three girls sighed, nodding.
“The rest of you,” Mandy continued, raising her voice as she turned to address the crowd. “Go to class.” There was a mass groan of disappointment, and Mandy clenched her eyes and her fists tight in annoyance. “Go!”
Immediately, the throng of girls dispersed, hurrying into the school building. Mandy followed after them, leaving Mindy’s friends behind to wait for the little redhead. Mandy walked quickly to her own classroom, eagerness spurring her steps on. She knew there’d be a particular person waiting there, and she felt a sense of growing excitement at the thought of adding that person to her growing ‘collection.’
Mandy placed her hand on the door to her class, closed her eyes for a moment to prepare herself, and pushed the door open. About half the class was already there. The girls who had already seen Mandy were sitting at their desks and beaming at her, as if begging her to acknowledge how well they’d followed her commands. The few girls who hadn’t yet quickly fell under her spell, stopping whatever they had been doing to stare at the new object of their total devotion.
But Mandy ignored them all, her attention firmly fixed on the shapely woman sitting at the desk at the front of the classroom. She was leaning back in her chair, her ankles crossed on top of the desk and her nose was buried in the latest issue of Uncaring Teachers Monthly. Mandy stood in front of the desk, and tapped her foot on the ground, but her teacher just pulled the magazine closer to her face. “Ms. Butterbean,” Mandy finally said. “Let’s talk.”
A loud, long-suffering groan came out from behind the magazine. “What is it?”
“It’s important.” There was no response, and Mandy tried something she was positive would work. “You’ll never have to teach again.”
That got the teacher’s attention. Ms. Butterbean lowered the magazine to her chest to look at her student with mild interest. And then she was caught. Her eyes widened behind her large-framed glasses, and her mouth fell open. A bright red flush quickly climbed up her cheeks at she gazed at the dour-faced little blonde, and her lips began to quiver slightly.
“We have to see the principal,” Mandy said shortly.
The lovely teacher nodded slightly, letting her magazine fall carelessly to the floor as she hurriedly stood. “Of course Mandy. Whatever…whatever you want.” The two of them left the classroom, and Mandy felt herself cringing in advance at the inevitable cries of disappointment the moment she left the other girls’ sight. As she and Ms. Butterbean walked down the halls, the older woman couldn’t help but sigh lovingly as she looked down at Mandy. Each time she did Mandy growled at her and the teacher fell quiet for a few seconds, but it seemed like she just couldn’t stop herself.
But soon enough they reached their destination. Principal Goodvibes was watering the daisies on his windowsill and looked up as they entered his office, smiling brightly. “Good morning! If it isn’t one of my favorite students and one of my favorite teachers. What can I do for the two of you?”
Rather than waste time, Mandy just pointed at him. “Attack!”
With a sudden, catlike snarl of anger Ms. Butterbean launched herself at the unsuspecting principal without hesitation. One merciless beating later Goodvibes was securely bound with phone cord and closed up in his small office closet. Mandy took a seat in his chair and swiveled it around to face the window. Ms. Butterbean perched on the edge of the desk behind her, carefully teasing back into place the hair that had gotten mussed during the fight.
“I don’t know if this is more entertaining than it is irritating,” the dominant little girl mused to herself. She drummed her fingers on the chair arm for a few moments before speaking again in a raised voice. “Ms. Butterbean!”
“Yes Mandy?” the teacher answered, resting her arms on the back of the chair and looking down at the small girl.
“Front and center.” Wordlessly, Ms. Butterbean complied, sliding off the desk and standing in front of her student. Mandy rested her cheek on her hand as she looked her lovely teacher up and down slowly. Ms. Butterbean blushed and smiled coyly at the attention, fluttering her eyelashes. Mandy sighed deeply, turning her gaze to the side of the room. “This isn’t working,” she muttered in a dissatisfied tone.
Ms. Butterbean tilted her head, looking at her beloved with concern in her eyes. “What’s not working, sweetie?”
“That!” Mandy slapped her hands back down on the arms of the chair and glared at the teacher. “All of that…whatever it is you’re doing. I don’t want you to be like this. I liked you better how you were before.”
To Mandy’s great surprise, she suddenly felt the headband grow warm again. The blush faded from Ms. Butterbean’s cheeks, and her smile slowly collapsed into a listless expression. Her posture shifted, her weight resting on one leg as she crossed her arms and sighed. “Well,” she said in a lazy monotone, “if you’re done ogling, can I sit down?”
Mandy narrowed her eyes as she studied the woman. “I want to see your breasts,” the little blonde finally said.
Ms. Butterbean sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She quickly undid the buttons on the front of her dress and pulled it open to reveal the black, lacy bra she wore underneath. A moment later she tugged that down as well and her round, perky breasts bounced free, her dark pink nipples standing to full attention despite her disinterested demeanor. “There, happy now? Or should I jiggle them a little?” Ms. Butterbean asked sarcastically, cupping the undersides of each tit and shaking them up and down, making the pale, smooth flesh ripple enticingly.
Mandy felt her body responding at the sight of her teacher’s naked bosom bobbing before her eyes, causing a warm, tingling sensation to build between her legs. Smaller by half than her mother’s impressive mounds, Ms. Butterbean’s tits were perfectly shaped and incredibly bouncy, wiggling hypnotically with every slight movement. “How do you feel about me?” the blonde child asked in a low, hoarse voice, licking her lips.
The older woman shrugged slightly as she continued playing with her chest. “I love you more than anything,” she said in a laconic tone, like she was reciting something she wanted to get through quickly. “You’re the only thing that matters in my life, I’d do anything for you, and you’re my whole world.”
“That’s better.” Mandy leaned back as far as she could, until the back of the chair was nearly level with the desk behind her. “I think I saw a crossword puzzle on Goodvibe’s desk,” she suggested mildly. “Why don’t you come over here and take a crack at it?”
Ms. Butterbean shrugged again and let her hands drop to her sides, causing her breasts to bounce up and down as their support was removed. “Eh, it beats just standing here,” she replied. She stepped forward and climbed onto the chair, with her knees resting on the very edge of the seat between Mandy’s legs. She leaned her body forward to pick the crossword and a pencil from the table and then rested her elbows on the back of the chair as she began to study the puzzle.
In this position, her bare chest was directly above Mandy’s face, her breasts assuming a slightly more conical shape as they dangled enticingly before Mandy’s eyes, just inches away. Mandy brought her small hands up and let them glide over the smooth, soft mounds, her fingers flicking over her teacher’s erect nipples now and again. Other than a soft sigh when Mandy first made contact, there was no reaction whatsoever from Ms. Butterbean.
The small blonde felt herself getting slightly light-headed. The warmth of her teacher’s body was surrounding her, as was the delicate floral scent of the perfume Ms. Butterbean wore. Her probing hands grew more forceful, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Ms. Butterbean sighed in boredom and hummed tunelessly as she continued working on the crossword puzzle. “You’re an idiot Goodvibes,” she muttered under her breath. “You couldn’t get three across? Duh!”
“I want to suck them,” Mandy growled suddenly, digging her nails into the sensitive skin of each breast and pulling down sharply.
Ms. Butterbean sucked in her breath with a hiss. “Jeez, fine!” She let the puzzle fall to the desk as she folded her arms on the back of her chair, lowering her chest down until her tits were brushing against Mandy’s cheeks. “Well, what are you waiting for? Suck away!”
Mandy started running her mouth all over her teacher’s chest, leaving a wet trail all over each globe before suckling at each stiff, dark pink nipple in turn. Ms. Butterbean started breathing heavily, and Mandy could feel her body quivering above her. “How does it feel?” Mandy asked as she licked and sucked.
“Feels okay,” Ms Butterbean replied in a distant, ragged voice. “You know…not bad…ah!” The last, sharp exclamation was in response to Mandy giving one tit a sudden bite, her sharp little teeth digging into the soft, yielding flesh. “Mandy!”
“Shut up,” Mandy muttered as she pulled her plaid skirt up to her waist and began diddling her pussy. She continued to suck and nibble on Ms. Butterbean’s chest, using her free hand to squeeze whichever of the young teacher’s full breasts her mouth wasn’t currently playing with.
“Mandy,” Ms. Butterbean panted, “can you take it easy?”
“Forget it!” Mandy said in a low, lust-filled growl. Her finger was stroking up and down her soaking wet slit, and her teeth and nails were leaving little red imprints all over the creamy skin of her teacher’s breasts. “These are mine, and I’m going to suck them dry!”
At that, Ms. Butterbean let out a short laugh. “Well sorry babe,” she said in a sarcastic, still shaky tone, “but you’re not going to get a drop out of these titties!”
“Then I’ll just have to try harder,” Mandy muttered, sucking hard on the nipple in her mouth. Suddenly, the hair band came alive again, growing much warmer than it had up to that point, almost to the point of being hot. Mandy’s eyes popped open as a burst of slightly sweet milk squirted into her mouth. The nipple slid out of her lips, and she could clearly see the white liquid still dripping from it.
Ms. Butterbean jumped up and backed away from the chair, her eyes wide. It actually looked like the shock was making her fight back the controlling effect of Mandy’s artifact. “What are you doing to me?” She demanded, hugging her arms tightly over her bare breasts. “How are you…what are…?”
“I…I don’t know,” Mandy replied, just as surprised as the teacher. She lifted her hands up to her head and tugged at the hair band. It was stuck there as firmly as ever. Whatever it was, it was way, way more powerful than she had thought before.
“Perfect,” Mandy said out loud, satisfaction in her voice as she got over the shock. Everything she was learning about this thing on her head made her plans easier and easier. She licked her lips and looked at Ms. Butterbean, who was still cringing on the other side of the room with fear in her eyes. “Oh, cut it out,” she snapped. “And get back over here, I’m not done.”
Ms. Butterbean’s head jerked like she’d been slapped, and after a moment her scared expression faded, replaced by the by the slightly irritated boredom that Mandy wanted her to display. Her hands dropped to her sides and she draped herself back over the chair with a long-suffering sigh. “Well, getting milked is still a way better job than teaching,” she grumbled.
“It’s not like you have a choice, either,” Mandy reminded her as she settled back and began suckling at her teacher’s breast again. The milk was thinner and sweeter than what she was used to, but it didn’t taste bad. And the sheer, complete perversion of the act was setting the little blonde’s cunt on fire. So she greedily sucked and chewed on one nipple, squeezing, pinching and kneading the other breast while she fingered her honeypot fast and hard. When the punishment finally forced a little cry, moan or squeal out of Ms. Butterbean, Mandy simply switched hands and tits and started again.
Milk was leaking from both of the teacher’s abused nipples, dripping down on Mandy’s face and leaking from the corners of her mouth as she greedily drank all that she could. As she felt herself cumming, she tore her mouth from Ms. Butterbean’s chest, the nipple leaving her mouth with a pop. She pushed the older woman away, making her stumble back on her high heels. Mandy spread her legs as wide as she could, using both hands to rub her creaming pussy and buzzing little clit as Ms. Butterbean watched silently, massaging her bitten, pinched breasts and swollen nipples.
Mandy took several minutes to recover, laying back in the chair and breathing heavily. Finally, she straightened up, not bothering to pull her skirt down or anything as she turned the chair back to the desk, licking her lips. “Alright,” she said, idly playing with her bare pussy, “time to get started. Ms. Butterbean, you need to make an announcement.”
“Sure, whatever,” Ms. Butterbean replied lazily as she walked over to the desk and picked up the intercom microphone.
A couple of minutes later everyone in school looked up as an announcement began. “Attention, attention. Two mandatory emergency assemblies will begin immediately. All female students and faculty must report to the main auditorium. All male students and faculty must report to the cramped, dank utility tunnels under the school. Again, these are mandatory assemblies for all students and faculty. That is all.”
As all the confused children and teachers filed to their designated assemblies, Mandy went backstage in the auditorium. Mindy’s three friends were waiting there, and Mindy herself was laying on the floor beside them. Her wrists and ankles were all tied together, forcing her to bend over double as she struggled and screamed through the ball gag that had been shoved in her mouth. There was a blindfold tied across her eyes as well, and Mandy was satisfied to confirm that whomever she wished to subjugate actually had to see her rather than just react to her presence. That would make what she planned much more enjoyable.
“Where’d you get the gag?” The blonde asked Mindy’s former cronies. On hearing Mandy’s voice, Mindy squealed into the gag and redoubled her efforts to escape.
“Mindy’s locker,” the Asian girl supplied in a dreamy voice. “She says you can’t be too careful, after all.”
“Hmph. Okay. Get out of here and take a seat…the show’s gonna start soon.” The three girls quickly walked out, giving Mandy a lot of longing, pleading expressions as they left. As Mandy waited, she entertained herself by giving Mindy an occasional poke with her foot, making the little redhead jerk and try to scream angrily through her gag.
After several minutes, Ms. Butterbean joined her. “All done?” Mandy asked.
“Uh-huh…all the boys are in the basement, and I chained up all the doors,” Ms. Butterbean replied in a bored voice. “No way they’re getting out of there.” She sat on a box and started going over the crossword puzzle she’d snatched from the principal’s desk.
“Good,” Mandy said in a low, threatening tone, “then it’s time to get started. Be ready to drag this,” Mandy gave Mindy a hard dig with the toe of her patent leather shoe, “on stage when I tell you.”
“Uh-huh,” Ms. Butterbean replied, as if she wasn’t even listening. Mandy was sure she’d do as she was told anyway.
Taking a quick, deep breath, Mandy stepped out onto the brightly-lit stage. A full third of the girls in the audience, the ones who had seen her in the schoolyard earlier, instantly broke out into frenzied cheers. The rest of the girls were silent for several moments, but quickly joined their enthusiastic peers in cheering for the new object of their utter worship. Mandy could feel the hair band almost buzzing as its power spread to every girl in the school.
Mandy stepped behind the podium that had been set in the center of the stage and let the cheers go on for a little while longer. But when she lifted her hands for silence, every voice in the auditorium immediately fell silent. She nodded and grabbed the sides of the lectern. “Alright, listen up,” she began, and winced as the auditorium broke out into thunderous applause again. She lifted her hands and everything was quiet again. “Cut that out!” she ordered in a short tone.
“Anyway. There’s going to be a few changes around here. And by ‘here’ I mean ‘everywhere.’ Now that I’ve enslaved the school, I…” At the mention of the word ‘enslaved’ there was a huge, collective sigh of happiness from the audience, and Mandy smacked her forehead. “Not the way I imagined this speech going,” she muttered. “Okay, forget it,” she said, addressing the crowd again. “I really just brought you all here to show you something.” She beckoned, and Ms. Butterbean dragged Mindy’s bound form next to the podium before returning to the back stage area.
“Mindy,” Mandy said, stepping out from behind her platform. Mindy screamed something that sounded like a curse-word from behind her gag, but Mandy just ignored that and crouched next to her. “Listen to me, Mindy,” Mandy said quietly, grabbing the redhead’s shoulder and digging her nails in through the white shirt until Mindy cried out. “When I take the blindfold off, I want you to be the same person you’ve always been. The same bitchy little girl that has annoyed me day after day at this school. I know you’ll have to obey me, but I want you to hate me for it. Remember.”
Mandy whipped off the blindfold. Mindy blinked several times, getting her eyes used to the sudden glare of the stage lights. When she saw Mandy crouched over her, her expression quickly changed back to an angry glare. “You lo…lo…” The headband warmed, and Mindy’s eyes glazed over momentarily. But a moment later, the anger returned. “LOSER!” The redhead’s shrill shriek echoed through the auditorium. There was a frozen moment of silence, and then the audience erupted in a cacophony of furious screaming and yelling. For a moment, Mandy wondered what would happen if she just turned the crowd loose…but no.
The blonde rose to her feet and returned to the podium. “Shut it!” she snapped into the microphone, and the crowd fell quiet once again, but there was an undercurrent of angry muttering this time. Mandy turned back to her bound victim.
“I don’t know what kind of freaky thing you and your loser friends did this time Mandy, but it didn’t work on me,” Mindy ranted, trying to fight her way into a sitting position. “There’s no way someone as perfect and popular as me would ever be friends with a weird lame-o like you!”
“When I untie you,” Mandy said calmly, “get on your knees and don’t move.”
“When you untie me,” Mindy sneered mockingly, “I’m finally gonna mess you up once and for all, and I’m gonna do it right in front of the stupid little fan club you have here!” As she was saying this, Mandy quickly undid the knots binding the redhead, who then clambered up into a kneeling position.
“Now take your shirt off,” Mandy directed.
“Shut up you freaky loser! I always knew you were…uh…wait, what am I doing?” Mindy’s insulting tone quickly turned to panic as she looked down at her hands moving without conscious control, unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it down her shoulders, leaving her pale, lightly freckled torso and totally flat chest open to the view of Mandy and every other female at school. Her cheeks flaming, Mindy yelped in dismay and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Don’t cover yourself,” Mandy said sharply, and Mindy instantly lowered her arms. There was sweat on the red-haired girl’s forehead as she desperately tried to gain control over her own body, but to no avail. Mandy had no idea whether the headband was just forcing Mindy to put on an elaborate act, or if she was genuinely feeling as frightened and angry as she appeared. It didn’t really matter to the blonde, but she certainly hoped it was the latter.
“I’ll get you for this Mandy,” Mindy snarled furiously, tears of humiliation standing in her eyes. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I’ll get you!” Mocking laughter and nasty little giggles floated up to the stage from the audience, and Mindy choked back a sob.
Mandy folded her hands behind her back and paced around Mindy, looking her up and down. Mindy glared back at Mandy each time the blonde girl stepped back into her field of vision. “It’s too bad you hate me so much,” Mandy said, feeling the headband warming already, “when just the sight of me makes you so horny you can barely stand it.”
Mindy’s eyes widened, and a dark pink flush spread over her cheeks and all the way down her chest. “You don’t…I’m not…”
“Oh no? You can go ahead and move your right hand. Do whatever you want with it,” Mandy replied in a sinister tone.
Mindy curled her suddenly free hand into a fist, but despite herself, it wandered upwards to brush against her pale little nipple. Her hand opened as it ran over her nonexistent bust, and traveled down, running over her belly until she was playing with the waistband of her skirt. Suddenly, she seemed to find some hidden store of willpower, and her hand closed up once again, dropping back to her side as she glared at Mandy defiantly.
“Hmm.” Unconcerned, Mandy simply started unbuttoning her own shirt. There was a collective sigh of longing from the audience as she let the garment fall to the ground, followed by a sharp gasp and an array of delighted squeals when she let her skirt fall to her ankles, leaving her nude except for her ankle socks and Mary Janes.
Mindy, meanwhile, could only moan helplessly and try to look away as Mandy stripped before her. But it was all useless, and the redhead was soon staring right at Mandy’s naked body, now with her hand stuffed down the front of her skirt and playing with her pussy.
“You know what your problem is, Mindy?” Mandy asked as she leaned back against the side of the lectern, making sure the other girl could still see her plump little vulva. “You want to be a brainless little bimbo, the kind of girl that only cares about being pretty and popular, but you’re too smart to pull it off. But I’m going to help you.” Mandy said the last in a very foreboding tone.
“What do you…mean?” Mindy panted, her hand working faster, her eyes locked right on Mandy’s pussy.
“I’m going to help you become what you really want to be.” Mandy began playing with her own pussy, and from the gasps and moans that occasionally sounded out from the audience behind the stage lights, it sounded like the watching girls were having trouble controlling themselves. “Every time you come, Mindy, you’ll lose a little of that intelligence, and you’ll get closer and closer to being the vapid, slutty little airhead you are deep down inside.” Mandy knelt down and slipped her hand up Mindy’s skirt, murmuring, “And of course, a real bubbly bimbo has great big tits, doesn’t she?”
“No, stop, you loser!” Mindy gasped as Mandy’s fingers found their way up Mindy’s thigh and started rubbing her slit through her soaking wet panties, pushing Mindy’s own hand away. “D-don’t…ah…AH!” In no time at all, Mandy brought the redhead over the edge, and her body shuddered as she came.
“Oh…my head…my…my boobs!” Mindy shook her head as if to clear it, and then looked down in shock at her previously flat chest. With just that one orgasm, her breasts had swollen to an easy B-cup. She lifted her hand to cup one fist-sized mound, and a tiny, air-headed giggle escaped her lips as she bounced it up and down in her palm. “So big,” she cooed. “So…what am I doing!? What did you do to me?!” Mindy cried out in sudden horror, her hand dropping back to her side.
“Good start, but they need to be way bigger,” Mandy said flatly, pushing Mindy’s panties aside and diving her finger into the other girl’s twitching folds.
“Noooooooo!” Mindy wailed, but the way she rolled her hips back against the intruding digit, even with her compulsion to stay still, revealed how intense the pleasure she felt was. It only took seconds before she had another orgasm, and her hand instantly flew up to her small breast to squeeze it as she came. She sould feel the soft flesh grow and expand right beneath her fingers, swelling into a C-cup shape large enough to belong to a sixteen year old. On her tiny, pubescent frame they looked enormous.
“Mandy, cut it out!” Mindy pleaded. “I’m so, so, sorry for everything I’ve done! Just please…ah…don’t…” The redhead’s eyes grew momentarily dim. “Please…don’t stop…feels so…NO!” Mindy feebly tried to push Mandy away, but ended up falling backwards onto the stage as she came again, her expanding chest bobbing and swaying as she hit the floor.
Mandy withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening with Mindy’s nectar. She looked down at her victim laying on her back on the stage. Mindy’s tits had grown into fully adult DDs, a pair of gigantic, impossibly perky mammaries that looked absolutely obscene on Mindy’s tiny preteen body. Mindy was moaning and panting from the weight of her own chest pressing down on her, and she had flipped her skirt up and was busily at work frigging herself beneath her completely soaked white panties. As Mandy watched, Mindy clenched her eyes shut and let out a guttural groan. Her breasts grew again, swelling to the size of Mindy’s head.
“Alright, time out,” Mandy told the redhead as she rose to her feet, breathing quite heavily herself. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Mindy tried feebly to roll over, but Mandy had to help the supine girl by pushing with her foot until she could do it. In this position, Mindy’s oversized tits were even more indecent, the enormous globes bobbing slightly, and her long, stiff nipples brushing against the floor. Mandy knelt next to her, pushing the dark blue skirt up to her waist and yanking the sopping wet panties down her thighs. “How do you feel?” she asked cruelly.
“I can’t hardly think right,” Mindy whimpered, rubbing her ass back against Mandy’s caressing hand. “It’s so hard…my boobies are too big…I feel so yummy good…”
“Do you love me yet?”
“Never!” Mindy hissed, glaring back over her shoulder. Mandy could see a flash of Mindy’s old spirit in her eyes as she looked back at her tormentor. “I hate you Mandy! I’ll hate you forever for this!”
“Are you sure?” Mandy traced a finger down between Mindy’s rounded ass cheeks, and then thrust it right into her greedy, clenched tight little canal. Mindy instantly threw her head back and cried out in helpless pleasure.
“Stoooooop!” Mindy groaned. “Can’t think...can’t think...please…don’t take…my mind!” With her other hand, Mandy stroked up and down Mindy’s thighs, and without even thinking she pressed her face forward, her tongue lashing into Mindy’s soft ass. Mandy had never even considered doing such a thing, but seeing Mindy brought down so low was sending a wave of hot lust pouring through Mandy’s body.
The crowd watching erupted in moans and cheers in equal measure, nearly driving out the sound of Mindy’s tortured scream, “Oh, God, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!”
“That’s right Mindy,” Mandy muttered between stroking her tongue over the redhead’s tight little pucker, “like I’ve told you over and over, fuck you.” The blonde girl thrust the hand not in Mindy’s cunt between her own thighs, diddling her own clit to an orgasm powerful enough to send everything, the crowd, her plans, her thoughts, blowing away in a white-hot blaze of ecstasy. There was only her own pussy, her fingers in Mindy’s cunt, and her tongue in the other girl’s ass.
As the haze cleared, and Mandy sat back, she realized that she had forced Mindy to come more than she had planned. The redhead’s arms had fallen out from under her, but she was still held up by her now gigantic breasts, a huge pillow of titflesh. The top half of the little girl’s body was just collapsed on top of them, and her face was buried between them. One hand was fingering her pussy from behind, and the other was wrapped around as much of one of her impossible mounds as she could reach.
Mandy shakily pulled herself to her feet and grabbed a handful of Mindy’s red hair to pull her red-cheeked, sweaty face up. The former bully was suckling frantically on her own nipple, a bright pink nub of stiff flesh that was at least two inches long. “No more growing,” Mandy told her tiredly. “And you’re probably stupid enough now, too.”
Mindy giggled mindlessly, her eyes completely blank. “Fuck Mindy more, Mandy?” she asked in a baby girl voice. “Mindy loves getting fuckies from Mandy! Fuck fuck fuck fucky fuuuuuuuck!” Mindy squealed as she brought herself off again. Her chest didn’t get any bigger, and Mandy was pleased to see her commands were working even though Mindy clearly no longer had the intelligence to understand what she was saying.
Looking down at her hands, Mandy could see they were both coated with pussy cream, hers and Mindy’s. She was about to wipe them clean on Mindy’s red hair, but then thought better of it and knelt down next to the other girl, offering her hands. Mindy moaned happily and immediately began licking them clean. “Tastes soooo good,” the redhead groaned between licks. “Yummy yummy cunny juice!”
“I like the new attitude,” Mandy muttered. “But I’ll probably have to shrink those things a little…you have to at least walk on your own.” Mindy just smiled blankly as she sucked on Mandy’s fingers, with no sign that she’d understood a word.
Once Mindy was finished Mandy stood back up, ignoring Mindy’s little sigh of disappointment. Looking back out over the audience through the glare of the stage lights, Mandy could see many of them still playing with themselves, unable to control their desires with the show they’d been given. More than a few of them had even split off into little groups and were enthusiastically licking, sucking and fingering each other in the aisles and between the rows of seats.
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Mandy snapped into the microphone. “Play time’s over…you all have some work to do.”
“Yes, Mandy!” All the girls called out happily, immediately stopping whatever they happened to be doing and snapping to attention.
“Good.” Mandy crossed her arms over her naked chest and began telling her slaves the next phase of her plan.
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