Luxurious tobacco

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After confirming that no important figures were nearby, Heather

calmly lit a cigarette. A moment later,
she was puffing away by the sink in the girls' restroom, enjoying the smell of the tobacco and
the thrill . Another girl entered the restroom, glanced at Heather, and hurried into one of the stalls. Heather
didn't care if some good student disapproved of her; she was a fashionable girl and didn't care about
other people 's opinions.
She loved her reflection in the mirror. She had started developing early, and at sixteen, she had a figure
that would make girls jealous and boys go crazy. Flawless skin, long, straight, bright blonde hair
, and a face covered in makeup. Often, she was either punished by teachers for wearing makeup, for
smoking , or simply for being impolite. But what did they know? Those old guys only
cared about snotty-nosed kids all day. She was special; she even had a bunch of boyfriends. An
older boyfriend would take her to dance halls, another boyfriend from another school had a very stylish car, and her
backup boyfriend was the captain of the soccer team.
The sound of flushing filled the air, and the girl from before hurried out. Heather deliberately stood in front of the only sink.
The unfortunate girl, Belle, nervously watched the much more assertive girl in front of her. Finally, she
could only walk to the side, awkwardly bending down to wash her hands at the sink, letting Heather laugh at her.
After quickly washing her hands, Belle fled the restroom as if her life depended on it, not even bothering to dry them. Heather
continued enjoying her cigarette, completely ignoring the ringing bell. "What a jerk," she criticized Belle,
"not bad looking, but so unsophisticated. Skinny as a monkey, not even a breast."
Outside, Jeff tensed slightly when the women's restroom door opened, then quickly relaxed, pretending to be just passing by
.
It was just Belle, not the person he was following. He hoped Heather would come out soon; he had been planning this
moment for a long time. He didn't want to ruin the whole plan because of nervousness, or be discovered
loitering near the girls' restroom, especially now that the bell for class had rung. After waiting for quite some time, just as he
was about to give up, the girls' restroom door finally opened again.
This time, it was finally Heather, whom he was waiting for. He quickly moved, pretending to be rushing to class, and deliberately
bumped into her, knocking her to the ground. As expected, she cursed loudly, and
as expected, she became even angrier when she saw who had knocked her down. To her, Jeff was the lowest of animals, a worthless
nerd . When she was in a good mood, she could ignore his existence, but now, she was extremely angry.
Taking advantage of her distraction due to anger, he secretly switched the cigarettes in her bag, hoping she hadn't
switched to another brand. He apologized as usual and reached out to help her up. She, naturally,
flatly yelling at him to get out. He took advantage of this, apologizing as he walked away. That day, Jeff
entered the classroom a little late and received a stern warning from the teacher, but because it was his first offense, he wasn't punished. This was crucial to his
upcoming plans. This was the last class of the day; now, all he had to do was wait until
the school bell rang to see if the magic had worked. He thought about the preparations he had made over the past few weeks.
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Jeff had always been a complete bookworm. He collected thousands of books of all kinds, filling
his room and its shelves. Despite this, his mother didn't object. As a
single mother, she was glad that Jeff's interests lay in books, not in drugs or gangs. Unlike other
bookworms, Jeff wasn't averse to non-scientific things, like ghosts, UFOs, or magic
. So when he found the book on witchcraft and potions in a used bookstore, he decided
to try the recipes it contained.
Of course, he started with some simple recipes. If they didn't work, he wouldn't be too upset;
if they did, it wouldn't cause any world-shaking consequences. He didn't want to summon some ancient demon or
cause a plague in his city.
The first experiment surprised him with its ease. All it took was some rags and some silver powder
ground . And the effect was minor—it turned his neighbor's milk sour. His neighbor, of course, blamed
the milkman, but Jeff knew the real reason. Subsequent successes completely ruled out any
element of coincidence. The second experiment (making the roses in the garden bloom earlier) and the third experiment (changing the cat's fur color)
also succeeded with repeated experiments. Finally, he was confident enough to complete
a variation of one of the book's main recipes—the "Love Recipe."
Most of the advanced recipes in that book involved burning rare herbs and other
ingredients and then inhaling the smoke. It struck Jeff as ironic. The book's author described
the difficulty of getting his target to inhale the smoke, but Jeff knew his target not only readily inhaled it but
even lit the herbs himself.
The recipe required a multitude of exotic ingredients, including herbs whose
names . Fortunately, those once-rare foreign herbs were now readily available,
making them easy to find, albeit with different names. The animal ingredients, however, required more effort,
such as sneaking into hospitals at night to steal them. Of course, he also needed to conduct some astronomical research to determine
which astronomical phenomena the book referred to. His broad knowledge undoubtedly helped him greatly, allowing him
to appreciate erudition of ancient sorcerers.
Ironically, the last ingredient took him the longest to figure out. The book stated, "The calmed passion,
given by the one holding the reins, is possessed forever by the recipient." When he understood this, he grinned mischievously and sprayed it
onto the remaining ingredients. He would be very excited if successful.
Next, he spent almost a week dismantling a pack of cigarettes, replacing them with homemade tobacco,
and then returning them.
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As soon as the school bell rang, Jeff rushed out of the classroom. He had to find Heather before she lit a cigarette.
Luckily, he found her just as she left the classroom and went to the sports field. Actually, he hadn't planned
what to do next, because he didn't know how long the magical potion would take to produce—if it
really worked.
Heather walked over to the area where the boys were warming up on the court. She wasn't really interested in the game, but her
backup boyfriend, Bobby, had promised to take her later, so she figured she should at least stay and watch. Taking out
cigarettes from her bag, Heather noticed there were more cigarettes in the pack than she expected, but she just
shook her head and ignored it.
She took one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Jeff watched expectantly. At worst, the mixture of herbs and semen would just make her
uncomfortable, but if it worked…
Heather continued inhaling the smoke; the pungent taste completely masked any slight odor. She watched
Bobby run around the court with boredom, her mind only on what they could do tonight. Bobby had only
slept with her once and was eager for a second time. So Heather guessed she could get him to treat her to
a lavish dinner at a fancy restaurant. She felt a little awkward; was it the thought of having sex with him that excited her
? She felt a flush and her heart race, something she wasn't usually like. She noticed her nipples, which
had suddenly hardened, rubbing against the fabric of her bra and becoming incredibly sensitive.
Heather noticed her legs were becoming wet, yearning for comfort. Her body was aroused, but
not because she was thinking of Bobby. She could smell her own heat; she had to leave, lest
anyone else notice.
Not daring to run and cause further arousal, Heather hurried towards the girls' restroom in the school building. She
rushed into one of the stalls and sat down. Ignoring why she was acting this way, Heather folded her skirt, slipped her hand inside her panties
, and began rubbing her already overflowing vulva. It felt amazing, but she knew she wanted more; an indescribable
desire was driving her almost mad.
Jeff cautiously entered the restroom, somewhat uncertainly thinking that perhaps Heather just had a sudden stomachache.
However, the Heather before him was clearly busy with something else, proving that the magic was effective.
Taking a deep breath , he walked up to Heather to test the final effect.
Heather, busy trying to reach orgasm, ignored the sounds of others entering the women's restroom. But no matter
how hard she tried, no matter how close she got, she couldn't achieve the release she craved. She smelled another scent,
a scent she longed for, though she didn't understand why. At first glance, she saw
Jeff . Anger and the embarrassment of being seen masturbating by this guy flashed through her mind, but quickly, instinct
replaced her reason.
With a groan filled with lust, Heather pounced on Jeff, slamming him onto the hard floor.
She kissed him, sucking his saliva, her hands groping over his body, searching for
what she still didn't know. Then, her hand touched his crotch and his semi-erect penis; she knew
what she was looking for. Before Jeff could recover from the impact of hitting the floor, he felt his trousers and underwear being
roughly pulled down.
Heather, smelling the scent of Jeff's penis, excitedly grasped it with both hands and took its tip into her mouth. Under her
skillful and passionate tongue, Jeff's penis quickly became incredibly hard, ejaculating wave after wave of
semen into her thirsty mouth. She swallowed greedily, finally reaching her long-awaited orgasm. She continued
sucking until he could no longer ejaculate, then released him with a satisfied expression and sat down on the floor. Jeff needed
more . When he finally caught his breath and sat up, he found Heather smiling happily at him,
with a hint of curiosity.
"You did something to me, didn't you?" she asked calmly.
Jeff nervously licked his lips, swallowing to moisten his dry throat. "Oh, yes,"
he said, "I controlled your body and mind, made you fall in love with me."
"I know, and I'm grateful for what you did." There was no cunning or anger in her words, as if
she were genuinely grateful to him.
"You don't mind?" He needed to figure that out.
"No, I just think it's...normal. I know I couldn't have tolerated
you ten minutes ago, but now, none of that matters. I want to love you, I want you to love me. No, I have to love you,
I have to make you happy."
"Well, you'll feel some changes," Jeff said hesitantly, waiting for her normal,
hostile response. But she just looked at him quietly, hoping he would continue. "Your breasts will get bigger
."
"Do you want me to have bigger breasts?" she asked casually.
"Yes."
"Then, I'm glad they'll get bigger."
Jeff was somewhat incredulous at how effective the magic formula was. He was still calculating when she would
turn against him.
He needed to test it one more time to dispel his doubts. After thinking for a moment, he decided to try
the best method he could think of: "Heather, let me see your breasts."
She immediately took off her sweater and the shirt underneath, and unhooked her bra. Without the slightest hesitation, and without
caring why he wanted to see her breasts, she happily did as he asked. Jeff swallowed hard;
it really worked!! Should he continue? Of course!!
"Alright, you can put your clothes back on now," he said, standing up and straightening his clothes. Heather noticed
her breasts starting to grow larger in front of her and couldn't wait to tell Jeff the good news. She adjusted the length of
her bra strap to accommodate her new breast size. Even after putting her clothes back on, it was clear that her bust
had indeed become much fuller.
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fighterplane 2007-4-2 12:18
Jeff was as happy as a little bird, skipping and holding hands with Heather as they went to her house. It was
Heather 's idea; since her mother wouldn't be home that weekend, they could have more time to get to know
each other better. Heather now not only deeply loves Jeff, but also remains rational
and proactive, no longer a mindless, submissive sex slave.
Upon arriving at Heather's house, they went straight to her room. Jeff demanded that Heather remove her school uniform and pose like a
nude model. Then he remembered that Heather
had torn his underwear in the school bathroom.
"Heather, get some needle and thread. You need to mend my underwear."
Heather immediately left to get what she needed, returning a moment later with a sewing kit. "You'll have to take this off
first ," she said to him, a mischievous grin on her face. "Actually, you can take off all your clothes."
She waited, but Jeff seemed a little embarrassed. As if sensing his awkwardness, she took
a and gave it to him: "You can wrap this around yourself for now."
Jeff took the towel, took off his own uniform, and handed Heather his torn underwear. Only after wrapping
it did he realize how short the towel was, barely reaching his crotch. He reminded himself that he
was the one in charge and should enjoy the situation more. Walking over to Heather, Jeff gently
stroked her blonde hair. Heather was clearly not good at needlework, but she still happily sewed Jeff's underwear. She worked diligently,
and she wouldn't give up unless she finished or Jeff told her to stop.
Afterwards, Jeff played a dress-up game with her. Previously, Jeff often saw her
strolling the streets with friends on Friday nights, captivated by her sexy outfits. Now, he could look as much as he wanted. He wanted her to wear
miniskirts with tank tops, or tight t-shirts and jeans and walk around the house, or even some
sexy evening gowns he'd never even considered. She happily complied, her compliance greatly boosting Jeff's confidence. Finally,
he had her change into a black, see-through, lace-trimmed sexy lingerie set with matching stockings, and then lie on the bed
beside him.
Ironically, Jeff had spent so much time and effort to get Heather into bed with him.
But now that his wish had come true, he didn't know what to do next. Recalling some scenes he'd seen on television
, he placed his hand on Heather's magically enlarged breasts and tentatively kneaded them. Heather
let out a pleasurable moan, her reaction prompting Jeff to continue. Without stopping his kneading of her breasts,
Jeff kissed her lips. Heather lifted her hands, untied the towel wrapped around Jeff, grabbed his buttocks,
pinched them lightly, and pulled him onto her. They continued kissing and caressing each other's bodies until Jeff
decided to move on to the next stage.
He carefully pulled down her bra, revealing her full breasts and hardened nipples. He took one of her breasts
into , gently sucking on it, even lightly biting her nipple. Heather moaned with pleasure, encouraging
him, and stroked his penis up and down with her hand. For Jeff, the stimulation far exceeded his
limits, and he ejaculated in her hands, but she didn't mind, continuing to stroke his penis. Gently, she
took the lead in this lovemaking process, guiding him with her far greater experience than he did.
After his penis became erect again, she led him into her wet vagina. Even though Jeff ejaculated again after a few thrusts,
Heather was still very happy. For her, satisfying Jeff brought her more pleasure than satisfying herself
.
Later, Jeff had the most pleasurable experience of his life while taking a bath. Heather attentively applied
lye to his skin and cleaned him, making him feel her tenderness and submissiveness. After the bath, Jeff called home
to tell his mother he was staying overnight at a friend's house. His mother was somewhat unhappy that Jeff hadn't told her beforehand, but she
was happy that her son had finally made friends. After settling the overnight stay, Jeff had Heather put on a
tight-fitting long dress and high heels and tidied up her house.
The weekend passed quickly; as long as he could get an erection, he could play with Heather's body as he pleased. Although,
almost every time, Heather was the one who initiated. During this time, Jeff tested the limits of his control over Heather, asking her to do
chores she would normally consider old-fashioned, or to watch porn with him. She happily
complied , from her clothing to catering to his every strange idea, to everything he said. She loved him, even though she
knew perfectly well that it was Jeff who had made her think that way.
By Sunday evening, none of the horrific consequences Jeff had imagined had materialized. The magic hadn't suddenly
worn off , Heather hadn't become a mindless puppet, and her breasts hadn't kept swelling. They had, of course, grown
from a near-C cup to a D cup. Now, she had to borrow her mother's bra; her own was too
small . But they were incredibly firm and incredibly sensitive, and she loved them to death.
He just had to go home; his mother would never allow him to
stay overnight .
Heather didn't like him leaving, but she couldn't disobey him. Now, Jeff had another problem to deal with.
He didn't want anyone to suspect why a girl like Heather would suddenly fall for a nerd like him.
"Heather, tomorrow at school—no, for the rest of the week—you're going to treat me like always.
You're going to ignore me, pretend you don't care about me," he commanded.
“But I love you!” Heather retorted. “I can’t be so rude to you anymore.”
Not wanting to waste time, and even less wanting to argue with Heather—until these past few days, Jeff had discovered that Heather’s
debating skills were far superior to his own—he skillfully used his dominant position: “I want you to behave
like that . You have to behave as you always have, understand?”
Heather nodded, her face showing no anger or confusion, simply accepting calmly. If he wanted her
to behave as she always had at school, she would. Because she loved him and was willing to do anything for him.
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Jeff’s health was very poor, so poor that his mother almost dared not let him go to school. The two days he spent at Heather’s house over the weekend
had severely depleted his energy, and even after a night’s rest, he still looked unwell. She was somewhat worried
that Jeff had made some friends, but decided not to question her son, letting him give a simple explanation.
She didn’t want to discourage her son just as he was finally making some friends. So, Jeff
went to school as usual that day, the events of the weekend seeming like a dream.
The first class on Monday was one Jeff and Heather attended together, and Heather, as usual,
entered the classroom some time after the bell rang, chatting and laughing with her friends. She didn't glance at
Jeff , but Jeff knew she was different. Her breasts had grown, though not as large as yesterday.
In class, Jeff heard one of Heather's best friends, the tall, red-haired Tanya, laughing.
Then , he was hit on the head by a crumpled piece of paper Heather threw at him.
Jeff quickly picked up the paper and looked towards Heather and the others. Tanya was trying hard to suppress her laughter, while Heather's other
best friend Melsey, was relentlessly mocking him, and Heather's lips curled into a slight smile, making it unclear whether she was also laughing.
She was laughing. Drawing his attention back to the crumpled paper in his hand, Jeff carefully unfolded it, trying not to attract the teacher's
attention . It was a note from Heather, which read: "Jeff, my love. They think I'm writing
nasty things to mock you. Would they be shocked if they knew my true feelings? Anyway, I'll
pretend to be the same as before, so I've tied my breasts tightly with cloth to make them look smaller. I really
hope to be with you soon. Your slut, only for you."
Jeff swallowed hard, his face burning, eliciting more
disdainful . He carefully tore the paper to shreds. Her risky actions worried him; if others
saw the contents of that paper, the consequences would be troublesome. Besides, tying her breasts smaller
wasn't his order. The magic hadn't turned her into a mindless sex slave; instead, it seemed to have made her smarter.
For the rest of the day, Jeff couldn't help but glance in Heather's direction.
Fortunately, they didn't have any classes together that day, which gave Jeff the confidence
to avoid Heather for the rest of the time. This held true until lunchtime. After lunch, Jeff went to
the library and sat in his usual single-seat compartment to read. Suddenly, Heather sat on his lap, wrapped her arms
around his neck, and kissed him passionately. She held him tightly, making it difficult for him to struggle. Her hips spun around
Jeff's lap until he almost ejaculated in his pants before she released him.
"What are you doing?" Jeff asked quickly in a low voice after Heather released his lips.
Heather resisted Jeff's attempts to push her away, saying in a rapid, low voice, "It's okay, nobody
sees."
"Didn't I tell you not to do these things at school?"
"It's okay if nobody sees," she said calmly, then kissed him again and stood up.
"I have to go, or they'll find out I'm missing," she said mischievously. "
Come to my house after school." Then she left. Now, Jeff was starting to lose track of who was in control.
Outside the library, Heather met up with Tanya and Melsey, and the three of them ran around the campus
like they used to after lunch. They loved showing off their beauty, loved
looking down on girls who weren't into trends, loved making boys swoon. To Heather now, it
was all meaningless nonsense, giving her plenty of time to think. She loved
Jeff —yes, she knew Jeff made her think this way—but she didn't care; that was what she wanted. Looking back at
her past self, she couldn't find anything she didn't want to let go of—her boyfriends, or her past, repulsive
attitudes—she didn't want any of it now. Listening to her friends' shallow, vulgar conversation, she decided to put her
plan into action. She didn't want to leave Jeff, nor did she want to lose her friends. Fortunately, the problem wasn't difficult to solve.
The girls went to the back of the science classroom, where they could smoke freely without worrying about
being seen by the annoying teacher. After they sat down as usual, Heather casually took out
her pack of cigarettes, intending to share with Tanya and Melsey. They were both a little
surprised by Heather's sudden generosity, but they didn't intend to refuse the free cigarettes.
"Don't you want any for yourself?" Tanya lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and asked her.
"No, I don't need them anymore," Heather replied calmly.
"Trying to quit smoking again," Melsey said sarcastically, "but how long will you last this time?"
Heather pretended not to hear her mockery, "Don't go to class this afternoon," she suggested. "Come to my house instead,"
Tanya and Melsey shrugged in agreement. Although skipping class was a bit risky, neither of them
wanted to appear timid in front of another girl. Still sucking on their cigarettes, they followed Heather
out of the school through the back door.
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fighterplane 2007-4-2 12:21
After the school bell rang, Jeff hurriedly packed his books and left. All he could think about now was Heather
and the wonderful time he would have alone with her. He wasn't sure if he and Heather could go that
far before he had to go home, but it wasn't too important to him. He gently knocked on the door and looked around. Since
Heather 's house was surrounded by a high fence, Jeff wasn't worried about being seen by others.
When he saw Heather's attire, Jeff's jaw almost dropped. Heather was wearing black stockings,
black thongs, and a black lace half-bra that only covered half of her breasts, revealing her nipples and upper breasts.
She had already redone her makeup, with bright red lips and sexy eyeshadow. With a seductive sway,
she took his bag and led him directly to her room. Compared to last time, Heather's room was
much tidier. It seemed she had spent a long time cleaning after he left on Sunday, and it was no longer
as messy .
"Take off your clothes first," she said softly, handing him a bathrobe. "I've prepared something special
for you." She watched him undress as if he were her prey, his erect penis making her
lick her lips with satisfaction.
After putting away Jeff's clothes, Heather told him to close his eyes.
Jeff did as Heather said. The anticipation of the unknown made him even more excited. He felt soft hands
caressing his legs, then grasping his penis. Warm lips enveloped his glans, a nimble tongue
moved beneath his penis, and his penis was slowly drawn into the warm mouth. Long nails lightly scratched his
scrotum, while another hand massaged the inside of his thigh. This was not quite the same experience as when Heather had given him oral sex last time,
but he was too excited to notice these details.
Another hand touched his forehead, which surprised Jeff. Three hands? Then, a fourth hand
massaged his chest. Next, a fifth hand lightly brushed his back. Jeff opened his eyes, only to
be stunned by what he saw. Before him, Melchior, wearing only a pair of sheer stockings, was kneeling on the ground, eagerly sucking
his penis. Tanya, completely naked, stood before him, a seductive smile on her face, her hands caressing his
body. Then, he heard Heather's voice from behind: "Do you like it? My love. Never thought of doing it with
three ?"
Before he could react, Heather had pinned her to the ground, and another woman eagerly pounced
on him.
Their bodies writhed, yearning for closer intimacy, for more to please him. Jeff,
drained dry by them, felt utterly powerless, like a toy.
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Heather looked lovingly at Jeff, who lay sprawled on her bed, fast asleep. In her room, Tanya
and Melsey were excitedly comparing their newly enlarged breasts, commenting on their shape, sensitivity, and so on.
Knowing that her friends, like her, were happy to be in love with Jeff filled her with a sense of peace and satisfaction.
Glancing at the time on the bedside clock, she sighed softly. Jeff had said he needed to be home by six,
and now, there wasn't much time left. She didn't want him to leave, but she also didn't want to defy him. Gathering her
somewhat tangled thoughts, Heather gently woke Jeff.
"Ugh..." He wanted to continue sleeping.
"Sorry, darling. But it's almost six o'clock now, and you said you'd be home for dinner."
Jeff suddenly snapped out of it. "Shit!" he yelled, sitting up and attracting
the attention of the other two girls.
"What time is it?"
"Six minutes to six," Heather replied, still surprised that something as simple as answering his
question could excite her.
"Shit!" he repeated. "I'll be late!"
"No, you have plenty of time to 'run' back." Heather smiled ingratiatingly.
After quickly putting on his clothes, Jeff hurried home. On the way, he thought about Heather's attitude. In
this matter, Heather hadn't disobeyed him; she had given him enough time to "possibly" get home,
but at the same time, she also wanted him to stay, so she only woke him up at the last minute. Jeff began to feel a little scared of Heather's cunning
.
Heather watched Jeff run home disheveled and sighed softly. Now, Jeff had barely left her
sight, and she was already missing him. Back in her room, she saw Melchior and Tanya kneeling
on the floor, their hands under their buttocks. They had wanted to help Jeff dress, but Heather knew that would take up his
time getting home, so she had ordered them to sit on her palms. Melchior and Tanya accepted Heather's
leadership. After all, Heather was Jeff's first love slave, and Jeff clearly loved her more,
so obeying Heather was natural for them. They didn't mind; in fact, they were happy
to share a little of Jeff's attention.
"Alright, girls," she said calmly, "he's safely home, so you can
go home too. But put your clothes back on first. And remember this: when you go back to school tomorrow, treat him as
usual . Don't touch him intentionally, and don't do anything that will attract attention." She
raised her hand, stopping her friends from speaking. "I know it's difficult, but this is what he wants." This reason
was enough to make them completely obedient.
They were all ready to leave, engaging in their usual meaningless conversation. They hadn't
changed much, except that they now had an object of their affection and adoration.
When Heather's mother returned, the girls had only just begun to clean the house. Carol had
become pregnant with Heather at sixteen and was only in her early thirties. However, although she was still young, she already looked somewhat
haggard . Having a young daughter hadn't made her life any more positive. After giving birth to Heather, she
had changed boyfriends more than a dozen times, but none of them lasted. Striding into the house, she smelled the
lingering scent of sex.
"Heather, you slut!" she screamed. "You brought men home again while I was away,
didn't you?"
Heather emerged from the room nonchalantly. "Only one, Mom."
Her daughter's unusually polite reply did little to quell Carol's anger. “Don’t tell me that, you
lewd idiot. I told you, you need to clean the house before I get back, and… and…” Carol stopped
. The problem was, the house was indeed clean, at least the living room.
In the kitchen, she saw clean utensils and dishes, not the cups and plates piled on the sink.
Even the stove had been cleaned.
“Jeff likes things tidy,” Heather explained her mother’s confusion.
“Who’s this Jeff?” Carol pressed.
“He’s my lover.”
“Hmph!” her mother said sarcastically, “Hopefully it will last.” She then went back to
her room to change.
Heather pondered her mother’s words. She wasn’t worried that Jeff would lose interest in her; she felt that
Jeff loved her deeply, just as she loved him. Instead, she suddenly realized how
lonely and depressed her mother was. However, that didn't matter. Heather had a good way to solve her mother's troubles, a
way that would make everyone much easier.
Just then, Carol, dressed in a bathrobe, rushed back into the living room. "Heather, have you seen my cigarettes?
I'll die without them!"
Heather laughed. "I still have some, Mom, eat mine first."
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Jeff went to school, still tired and a little nervous. Ever since he put
the spell on Heather, everything had become surreal and gradually slipped out of Jeff's control. Last night, he didn't have
much time to think things through. After dealing with his mother's displeasure at his lateness, he still had to deal with his schoolwork.
Of course, even if the three prettiest girls in school had fallen for him, he still had to hand in his homework.
Thinking of those three girls, he nervously looked around the schoolyard. Yesterday, they practically pounced
on him, and he didn't have a chance to talk to them at all. In his imagination, perhaps they
would do the same when they saw him today.
Fortunately, when he encountered Melchior and Tanya later, they merely glanced at him and
then completely ignored his presence. Perhaps the magic had worn off, and they thought yesterday was just a dream—
a nightmare they didn't want to tell anyone about.
As time passed, Jeff became certain that Heather hadn't returned to school that day. Jeff wasn't sure if this was a good thing.
On one hand, he didn't need to worry about their relationship being discovered, but on the other hand, he dared not imagine what
Heather might do. He had been restless all morning, leading the teacher to mistakenly believe he was sick and ask him to...
He went home for lunch break.
His mother was a little surprised that he was home so early, but she didn't suspect that he was leaving
early his temperature; he didn't have a fever, but he looked very unwell. She said
a nice lunch would cure him, and then she could take him back to school in the afternoon.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she suddenly remembered as she headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch, "a friend of yours from
school , a very nice girl, very polite..."
Jeff relaxed a little; that couldn't possibly be Heather.
"But I bet she gets teased a lot at school, for being so... well-developed."
Jeff almost fainted, but luckily, his mother in the kitchen only heard him slump heavily into a chair
.
"Sit down properly!!" she gently admonished him. "Anyway, she said she was coming to get some reference books you forgot
to bring back to school, for your biology group study. You were really careless this time, darling."
Jeff suddenly seemed to burst with energy as he ran back to his room. Was she coming for that magic book? Was she
going to use it to get revenge on him? Normally, his mother wouldn't be so naive as to let a stranger into his
room so easily, but the thought that her son had finally met a girlfriend temporarily clouded her judgment.
His room showed no signs of being ransacked, and was even tidier than usual. But too many things were
slightly off their original places, letting Jeff know that his room had indeed been thoroughly searched by Heather. But
strangely, the magic book hadn't been touched, nor had his other magic ingredients. Then, he discovered that
all the pornographic books he had carefully hidden were gone. What was she going to do with those books? Just then, his mother
called him for lunch, giving him no more time to think.
After returning to school in the afternoon, his condition didn't improve; he just pretended nothing was wrong to avoid
being sent . He still couldn't see Heather at school, but he noticed something else. Even though he pretended to ignore her
, Melchior and Tanya kept appearing around him. Finally, the school bell
rang , and Jeff faced a crucial decision. Should he go home, or go to Heather's house?
In truth, he had no choice. He needed to find out what Heather had done, and with Melchior
and Tanya secretly following him, going home wasn't a good idea. However, going to Heather's
house was a terrifying prospect. What made him even more uneasy was that when he knocked, he noticed
the messy lawn outside Heather's house had recently been trimmed, and the neglected flowerbeds had been replanted.
This hadn't been the case when Jeff left yesterday.
This time, the door didn't open immediately. He seemed to hear someone rushing towards the door, then someone
shouting , and then silence. After a while, Heather opened the door to let him in. He hurried into the house,
not wanting to be seen by others, but Heather didn't close the door, letting in the two girls who had been following Jeff.
Before he could even catch his breath in the living room, the three girls pounced on him, kissing him
passionately, their bodies intertwined. Jeff tried to push them away, but faced with three almost frenzied girls, his movements were
so powerless. Finally, he gave up resisting, letting them undress him. And wasn't this what he had always
wanted? But it wasn't just three girls at once.
When he was naked and lying on the floor, the situation worsened. The three girls pushed and shoved each other,
trying to grab his penis. In this situation, he clearly felt that he might be hurt in the process. So
when Heather brought the situation under control, he felt a sense of relief. Heather instructed Melsy to take care of his penis,
and Tanya to take care of his lips. As Tanya kissed him, her warm mouth also passionately held his penis;
he thought this might not be so bad. Under intense stimulation, he quickly reached orgasm, and even in
this slightly delirious state, he still felt how pleasurable it was to fill Melsy's little mouth with his semen.
He heard Heather give more orders to the other two girls, and then Tanya left his face,
licking the semen Melsy had missed from his penis. Then the two girls were ordered to leave temporarily to
clean themselves.
Heather reached out to help Jeff up, and only then did he realize that in just a few minutes, he had been
stripped naked by three overly enthusiastic girls. Sensing his somewhat foolish and shy behavior, Heather handed
him a silk bathrobe to cover himself, although the bathrobe was so short that it only covered his genitals.
"You have to forgive those girls," Heather said with a wicked grin, "They're just too young and love you too much
.
I'll discipline them properly."
Heather deliberately emphasized the word "discipline," which sent a chill down Jeff's spine, but now, there were more important things to
worry about. He hadn't forgotten that Heather had come to his house and taken his pornographic magazines. He wondered why.
But as if sensing his question, Heather abruptly interrupted his thoughts.
"Wait a moment, my love?" she asked with a shy smile. "My breasts are a little sore
, may I untie the cloth binding them?" Without waiting for his reply, Heather left, leaving
Jeff alone in the meticulously tidied living room. Then, he heard some noises coming from the kitchen, which
startled him. He knew it couldn't be Melchior, Tanya, or Heather. Why hadn't Heather
warned him that there were other people in the house?
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Curious, he went to the kitchen to take a look. A woman wearing only a sleeveless tank top, stockings, and
high heels was sitting at the counter, fiddling with drinks. He wasn't sure of her age, but she was probably younger than his mother
and had a good figure. Gazing at her full, firm breasts, he suddenly understood why the woman looked
somewhat familiar. She was Heather's mother! A wave of immense fear washed over him, making him feel as if his insides were
cramping . Heather's mother would never dress like this at home; there was only one
explanation. And realizing that her attire matched that of one of the nude models in his magazine further confirmed his
suspicions. At the same time, he also understood what Heather wanted those magazines for.
As if sensing Jeff's presence, the woman looked up at him. Jeff immediately recognized
the predatory look on her face; he had seen it many times recently on other girls. She skillfully shifted positions, revealing her breasts...
Her breasts were even more prominent, and her crossed legs concealed the carefully trimmed hair between her thighs. "You're
sexier than words can describe!"
she said in a voice almost like Heather's. "The drinks will be ready soon, but I'd rather suck your enormous
penis." The way her tongue licked her red lips made Jeff completely believe her words. Moreover, he
knew that his plan to control Heather using magic and alchemy was now completely out of control!!
He cried out in panic as Heather's mother approached him, "No!!" She stopped immediately, her face full of
disappointment.
As if hoping he would change his mind, Heather's mother began to play with her nipples, giving
him an even more alluring smile. But Jeff was too tired and too frightened to feel any sexual desire. He fled
from the kitchen where she was. She didn't chase after him, which reassured him somewhat.
What could he do? Heather was one thing, even with the other two girls, it was still within the realm of boys'
fantasies. But Heather's mother was another matter entirely. Although he had to admit she was hot, especially
as a mother. He didn't have time to think about it anymore; the three girls skipped back to the living room.
They had all changed their "clothes," dressed like the nude models in his favorite magazines. Heather wore
a lace-trimmed blouse and high-cut panties, Tanya was completely naked except for a pair of shiny latex high-heeled black boots
, and Melsey wore a polka-dot top and a belt around her waist. Even though Jeff was
feeling depressed, his penis still stood erect against his will during their impromptu obscene dance
.
※※※
In the first history class, Jeff slumped listlessly at his desk, not wanting to attract
his classmates' attention. He was tired, his whole body ached, and he had been scolded by his mother for coming home too late the night before
. Fortunately, his classmates didn't bother to care about him, allowing him to rest quietly at his desk. It also gave
him a chance to sort out his current situation.
Now, three girls and one woman are madly in love with him, willing to do
anything .
Two weeks ago, this was his most cherished fantasy, but now it has become a living nightmare. It's obvious that
Heather gave the cigarettes to others. Only now does he realize he should reclaim those enchanted
cigarettes . Also, the enchanted cigarettes seem to have different effects on different people. Tanya and Melsey's breasts
only grew slightly larger, and he's unsure whether they've always been accustomed to obeying Heather's commands or have been
magically transformed into such obedience.
Conversely, Heather's mother, Carol, retained her former wisdom and insight, but became much more cheerful.
Her breasts didn't grow larger, but rather became firmer, and she looked younger. Finally, there's Heather. Her
breasts grew significantly larger; even when bound with cloth strips during class, their size was clearly noticeable.
At the same time, she became smarter. Perhaps she was just inattentive before, but undeniably, many teachers have
pointed out her significant improvement.
So, what else can he do? He had considered lifting their spells, but it was impossible.
If they knew what he had done to them, he was dead. Last night, he tried to
find a potion in the spellbook that could cause amnesia, but the only approximation would erase the person's entire mind. He
didn't want to turn them into mindless zombies. He even hoped to find
a spell that could transfer their "love" to someone else, but to no avail.
To make matters worse, he didn't have time to calmly figure out how to get the cigarettes back from Heather,
or to devise a plan to stop them from bothering him.
※※※
Heather watched Jeff leave the classroom alone. This shouldn't be happening. She couldn't accept Jeff
without a female companion, no one to hug, no one to kiss, no one… She stopped herself from thinking any
further, only thinking that her genitals were already starting to feel wet, but she didn't want her panties to
be soaked with her juices now. So, what could she do for Jeff in this regard? He had explicitly forbidden her, Tanya, and
Melsey from approaching him within the school grounds, and deliberately disobeying his orders was completely unacceptable to her.
So, what should she do? She packed her books as she pondered this and left the classroom.
Outside, one of her ex-boyfriends was waiting for her, wanting to go on a date. Heather casually brushed off
the hand that had been on her shoulder from behind, ignoring his presence and walking away, leaving him to be ridiculed by his classmates as a fool.
This gesture only enhanced her charm. Her classmates thought this was the Heather they expected.
However, absentmindedly, she didn't even notice the boy, only thinking about how to make her lover
happier .
Then, she saw Briely preparing to use the restroom and smiled happily. Several girls, seeing
Heather 's smile, immediately decided to postpone their bathroom visit. They had all been treated to hospitality by Heather and her friends
and had no interest in experiencing it again.
Inside the girls' restroom, Heather remained standing at the sink, taking out a cigarette and her lighter,
waiting .
Heather lit her cigarette only after hearing the flush.
When Belle came out of the stall and saw Heather, she was genuinely startled. After averting her gaze, Belle hurried
to the sink, anticipating what Heather was about to do. However, while Belle washed her hands, Heather simply smoked
alone . This relieved Belle. Then, Heather suddenly attacked her, pushing her against the wall and
pinning her down with her hands and body. As Belle tried to cry for help, Heather, still smoking,
pressed her lips to Belle's, forcibly transferring the smoke into her mouth.
Heather continued to press Belle down, their bodies pressed tightly together, ignoring the girl's weak
struggles against the wall, their lips locked in a forceful kiss. Gradually, Belle's struggles weakened, and when she began to respond to her
kiss, Heather knew she had succeeded. Releasing her captive's arms, Heather wrapped her arms around Belle's waist,
pressing their bodies closer together. Belle's hands automatically wrapped around Heather's as well, and they kissed
passionately until Heather gently pushed her away.
"Oh...Heather, I feel...I feel..."
"Happy?" Heather said for her, gently stroking her hair.
"Yes, and satisfied."
“That’s great, isn’t it? Much better than being a shrew or a cowardly girl.”
“Yes, for some reason, I’m no longer afraid of anyone or anything. I don’t even care that the school bell
has rung and we’ll be late. Like when we kiss, I can enjoy it, like I’m a lesbian
. I want to try more, kiss you again, and…”
“There’s still time!” Heather laughed.
“But,” Belle said uncertainly, “something’s missing. I feel incomplete. I’m missing
something.”
Heather smiled. “Don’t worry, I know what you’re missing, and I can help you. You have
a special task. Come to my house after school, and I’ll tell you. Until then, there are some instructions
you need to follow—if you encounter that ‘missing thing,’ you can’t pounce on it immediately. You
can get close to it, but you can’t do anything that will surprise people, understand?”
Belle nodded, picked up her bag, and left, leaving Heather alone to think. Now,
she had figured everything out. It wouldn't be long before Jeff understood what had happened to Belle.
Then he would remember he hadn't taken the cigarettes back from her, and Heather knew
she wouldn't refuse if he asked. So, if she still needed them, she had to use them before
Jeff . She couldn't bear it anymore; not being able to stay by his side had made her so sad she wanted to
commit suicide. She told herself it was time to leave school. She still had one more thing to do with those cigarettes.
※※※
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Jeff kept staring at the classroom door. Social studies class had started ten minutes ago, and
Heather, who should be in class, still hadn't appeared. He kept telling himself she was just late, but even his teacher had given up and
simply recorded her absence. Her absence made Jeff break out in a cold sweat; he couldn't imagine
what . Perhaps she was giving that pack of cigarettes to other girls at school, or even female teachers!
But he was afraid, lacked the courage to look for her, and didn't know where to begin. He
couldn't wander around the campus without attracting attention, which would lead to many questions he couldn't answer,
and then his mother would suspect his "illness" and "late return home." So, he could only stay in the classroom, hoping
the lessons would temporarily distract him from thinking about Heather.
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fighterplane 2007-4-2 12:29
Suddenly, the classroom door opened. Jeff abruptly sat up straight and looked around. The teacher and the students also
looked towards the door, wondering who dared to be so late. At first, Jeff was
relieved , but when he saw that it was Brie, he immediately became frustrated.
With her consistently excellent record, Brie could easily convince the teacher that she had no choice but to be late.
When Belle sat down next to Jeff, the teacher had already continued her lecture. At first,
Jeff didn't pay attention, but less than five minutes later, he noticed Belle
subtly closer to him. He began to realize with dismay that Belle's attention was entirely on him, not
the teacher. And for the rest of the class, she kept smiling at Jeff.
The long-awaited bell finally rang, and Jeff rushed out of the classroom, jostling with the students crowding the doorway
. It was lunchtime, and he planned to find Heather during this time, though he still had no idea where
she might be. Then, a pair of soft hands wrapped around his waist from behind, and a woman's
body leaned against him, her curly hair falling onto his shoulder.
Jeff turned away in despair, bracing himself for the consequences of his secret being exposed to his classmates. However, the face
beside didn't belong to Tanya or Melsey, but rather…
Bairiel was somewhat unaccustomed to Jeff's surprised reaction, but the next instant, she was kissing
his lips. As Bairiel's lips touched his, Jeff heard someone nearby scoff, "Wow!!
Lovestruck nerds!!"
Jeff tasted tobacco in Bairiel's breath, realizing what Heather had done.
But this didn't make him feel any better; instead, it only deepened his confusion about what was to come. He couldn't resist Bairiel's
increasingly passionate kisses. Normally, doing this in front of others would have made Jeff blush to
the point .
But compared to what had happened in the past few days, this was nothing.
A few minutes later, a deliberate cough broke the long silence and the passionate kiss. Philip, the
chemistry finally stepped in to interrupt them, though he found Jeff and Belle's actions more amusing than infuriating.
The sight of two studious nerds together only reminded him of pure romance, nothing more.
Jeff made up an excuse and dragged Belle away, leaving Figa to deal with the other students.
"Belle," Jeff whispered, "was it Heather?"
The girl nodded eagerly, trying to lean against Jeff, but
her efforts were largely thwarted by his hands on her shoulders. "Heather is wonderful, isn't she? I love her just as much as I love you
. Can we kiss again? It feels so good, and...it feels a little...strange, a little hot,
but so good."
"Stop!!" Jeff yelled when Belle leaned against him again. "Wake up, this isn't the real
you, all these feelings are fake."
"I don't care," Belle retorted, still trying to cling to him. “I want to kiss you again, I want to touch my
pussy, it feels… weird.” Bairiel suddenly laughed. “I actually said pussy!”
“Stop!!” Jeff yelled again. Theoretically, Bairiel should be under his control now, so he
tried some more direct commands: “Take two steps back, don’t move until I say you can move.”
She resisted, and Jeff could see the struggle on her face, but after a short time that felt like
an eternity , she actually took two steps back and stopped trying to reach him.
“Thank goodness,” Jeff breathed a sigh of relief. “What did Heather tell you? Did she tell you why
you should do this ?”
“She hates having you all alone at school, no one for you to kiss, hug, or
…”
So she needed to find someone others could accept as your girlfriend. I was lucky to be
chosen by her.”
Before Jeff could even comment on Heather’s actions or Bairiel’s good fortune
, the girl suddenly moved her hands to her chest, exclaiming in surprise, “My breasts! They’re so tight, my bra size
has shrunk!” Jeff clearly saw Bairiel’s breasts swell before his eyes, hoping this shocking
scene would break the magic’s control over her and tell him that Heather had become like this.
“Wow!” However, Bairiel’s reaction was far from what he expected. She
pulled up her shirt, which was tucked into her skirt, and reached inside to unhook her bra. “You mean, you made my breasts bigger too? Oh, I
love you so much!”
With that, Bairiel pounced on Jeff again, the impact sending him slamming against the wall. Her newly enlarged
breasts exerted immense pressure on Jeff's chest, and her lips locked onto his once more. Jeff
tried to push her away, but for some reason, Bairiel's strength suddenly increased, leaving him completely powerless to resist.
Before he could even grasp the situation, Bairiel had already torn off her panties and pulled out his penis.
Standing upright, she inserted Jeff's penis directly into her body. Her arms wrapped around Jeff's
shoulders , her legs around his waist, and she clung to him like a koala, thrusting repeatedly,
pressing him tightly against the wall. He dared not resist, nor could he resist; white semen flowed over her labia and down her thighs.
The mixed pale red color indicated that she was different from Heather and the others; this was her first time. Bairiel didn't mind
Jeff 's speed, comparable to a quick shooter; the moment his penis entered her, she reached her climax.
Jeff
could barely hold out until school was over; Brigitte wanted to cling to him constantly. Heather's assessment
was correct. Although many people saw him and Brigitte's actions, and his classmates teased him about it,
no one seemed surprised that the two nerds were together.
The bigger problem was that Jeff couldn't control Brigitte the way he controlled others. Sometimes,
Brigitte would obey his simple commands, like sitting in her chair during class instead of on his lap.
But more often, she would vaguely pretend to obey him, while her actions were almost entirely contrary to
his orders. Even Heather couldn't do that; she could only offer various excuses to explain that she was still
obeying him.
The school bell rang, and Jeff realized he had no way to stop Brigitte from sticking to him.
With one arm around his waist, Belle's head rested on Jeff's shoulder, her other hand tightly gripping his
arm, their bond as close as conjoined twins. Jeff had seen other couples like this before, and had even envied
them.
But now, he only wanted to find Heather as quickly as possible, and didn't enjoy Belle's clinginess at all.
Heather was waiting for him outside the school gate, her relaxed demeanor accompanied by a smug smile. Still dragging
Belle along, Jeff walked to Heather as quickly as possible. He was angry, but he suppressed it, not wanting the other students
to hear their conversation.
"Heather," he whispered urgently, "those cigarettes! Give them back to me, now!"
Clearly having anticipated this, Heather already had them in her hand and handed them back to him without hesitation.
Jeff opened the pack and looked inside. There were four cigarettes left, and the strange smell emanating from them
told these were his alchemical creations. "Is that all?" he questioned Heather, not wanting to be fooled by her again.
"Are all the remaining cigarettes here? Nothing else?"
Heather smiled and nodded. "Yes, my love. The rest are all gone, just ashes
.
I didn't hide them."
Jeff relaxed a little. Heather hadn't dodged his question, and he was sure she wouldn't lie to him directly.
Now, he wanted to test something else. "Heather, order Beauliere to let go of me and take two steps back." Beauliere
immediately hugged him tighter, as if afraid he would suddenly throw her off. Her reaction made
Heather want to burst out laughing.
"Heather, order her, immediately!"
"But you two are so cute!" Heather retorted, her smile widening.
“Look, I need to go home now, and she's clinging to me like this, how am I supposed to get back? Take her back to your house first,
or somewhere else.”
“No, my love. You don’t want anything at school connecting us, so I
really can’t take Belle home. What will other people think?” There was no malice in her tone,
just a hint of mischief. She still loved him wholeheartedly—in her own way.
“I’m serious. I’ve been constantly scolded by my mother these past few days, and I don’t want to know
what she’ll do to me if I’m not home in five minutes.”
“Don’t worry about that, my love,” Heather replied confidently. “I think your mother will be much more compliant
from now on . Actually, I think she’ll join us…”
“No!!” Jeff screamed, the sudden force pushing Belle away. Belle fell to
the ground , still reeling, and could only watch Jeff walk away unhappily.
He had never run so fast before. His feet moved like slingshots, each step covering
several meters, yet he still wished he could run faster, as if he could run back to the past, back to a time before Heather had done anything.
His chest burned, his forehead drenched in sweat. He pushed open the door with all his might, pleading desperately.
The response to his pleas was his mother's alluring smile, and
a woman's body clad only in underwear and high heels.
————The End————

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