Amy Vanderbilt

Amy Vanderbilt had mastered the perfect way of entering the hallways of her school. Striding in confidently with just enough spring in each footstep that her enormous breasts would bounce perfectly, straining the thin white shirt and threatening to break free at any moment. The effect was always immediate. Heads would turn and conversations would trail off. Amy grinned, certain that everyone was staring at her so vividly it was as if she were in slow motion. The perfect romantic movie entrance that would keep her classmates fantasizing about her all day. A supernatural ability to control them helped as well, but Amy liked to believe she’d put the proper work in herself. Her G cups breasts had always left others looking spellbound, but it wasn’t until she’d undressed in front of her first girlfriend that she learned just how powerful her tits were. When anyone was staring at her bare breasts she could focus her will on them, putting them into a deep suggestive state, ready to follow whatever commands she might decide to give. The best part of course was that her classmates and teachers would wake with no memory of what happened. They’d obey whatever orders Amy had planted believing it was their own idea. Amy’s senior year had been remarkable since then. Becoming captain of the cheer team after a brief conversation with the previous captain. She’d been quite furious at the idea of being replaced, but now she was more than happy to serve under her new cheer captain. As well as serving under her as an eager sex toy, though she didn’t know that. Teachers handed out straight A’s after she came to them after class for guidance. Not to mention helping Diana Mitchells, easily the hottest girl in school, with realizing she was a lesbian and deeply in love with her. She felt occasional pangs of guilt over using others, but then that was simply the way life worked. People were born with advantages or figured out how to get power over others themselves. Using money, popularity, sex, any number of creative ways of convincing someone to do what you wanted.

Practically everyone is under her spell. Everyone… except for you. Which you learn just in time to save yourself.

As you poked and prodded through the hallways of the school, you feel like not trusting anyone. ANYONE, even your own friends, could be triggered by her tits and turn on you in a second. So you refuse to engage with anyone around you. The halls don’t have many students, so it’s easier

However, the worst of the worst happens when, right before getting to the front doors to escape, Amy is there, waiting for you.

she giggles and blushes cutely “oh, my my, i didn’t know my last worshipper was gonna be such a cutie~!”