【Gorgeous tobacco】

After confirming that no important figures were nearby, Heather calmly took out a cigarette and lit it. A moment later,
she was puffing away at the sink in the girls' restroom, enjoying the smell of the tobacco and the thrill of breaking school rules
. Another girl walked into 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 wouldn'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 disrespectful to a teacher. 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 took her to dance halls, another guy from another school had a cool 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 oblivious to the ringing bell. "What a jerk," she criticized Belle,
"not bad looking, but so unsophisticated. Skinny as a monkey, no breasts at all."
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 outside 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 refused,
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. 　　 Jeff had always been a complete bookworm, possessing 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, such as ghosts, UFOs, or magic 　　. So when he found the book on witchcraft and potions in a used bookstore, he decided to try 　　out 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, they 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 off an old wine glass 　　. 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 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 had enough confidence 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 foreign herbs and other ingredients 　　, then inhaling the smoke. Jef found this ironic; the author described 　　the difficulty of getting the target to inhale the smoke, yet Jef knew his target not only enjoyed inhaling it but was even willing 　　to light the herbs himself. 　　 The recipes required a large number of strange and unusual ingredients, including many herbs whose names could only be found in encyclopedias 　　. Fortunately, those foreign herbs, once considered rare, were now readily available and 　　easy to find, just with different names. Ingredients from animals, 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 figure out 　　which astronomical phenomena the book referred to. His broad knowledge undoubtedly helped him greatly, allowing him to understand 　　how learned ancient wizards were. 　　 Ironically, it was the last ingredient that took him the longest to think about. The book read, "The quelled passion, 　　given by the one holding the reins, is forever possessed by the recipient." When he understood this, he grinned mischievously and shot 　　his seed onto the remaining materials. He would be very excited if it succeeded. 　　 Next, he spent almost a week dismantling a pack of cigarettes, replacing them with homemade tobacco, and then 　　returning them to their original state. 　　 ※※※

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 reached the sports field. Actually, he hadn't planned
what to do next, because he didn't know how long the magic potion would take to produce—if it really
worked.
Heather walked to the area next to the sports field where the boys were warming up. She wasn't 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 remembered, but she just shook
her head and didn't think much of 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 masking any strange smell. She watched
Bobby run around the court with boredom , her mind preoccupied with what they could do that night. Bobby had only
slept with her once and was eager for a second time. So Heather figured 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 little flushed and her heart was pounding, something she wasn't usually like. She noticed her nipples; they
had suddenly hardened, rubbing against the fabric of her bra and becoming incredibly sensitive.
Heather noticed her legs were starting to feel wet, yearning for comfort. Her body was aroused, but not
because of thinking about Bobby. She could smell her own heat; she had to leave without
anyone noticing.
Not wanting 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. The feeling was pleasurable, but she knew she wanted more; an indescribable
desire was driving her almost mad.
Jeff cautiously entered the women's 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 working.
Taking a deep breath, he approached Heather to test the final effect.
Heather, preoccupied with bringing herself to orgasm, ignored the sounds of others entering the 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 she felt this way. She looked up and 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 the saliva from his mouth, her hands roaming 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. Jeff, still reeling from the impact of hitting the floor, felt his trousers and underwear being roughly
pulled down.
Heather, smelling the scent of Jeff's penis, excitedly grabbed it with both hands and took the 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 on the floor. Jeff needed more
time to recover than she did. When he finally caught his breath and sat up, he found Heather smiling at him happily, with
a hint of curiosity.
"You did something to me, didn't you?" she asked calmly.
Jeff nervously licked his lips and swallowed 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 appreciate it." There was no cunning or anger in her words, as if
she were genuinely grateful.
"You don't mind?" He needed to know that.
"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 also feel some changes," Jeff said hesitantly, waiting for her normal,
hostile response. However, 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 so glad they'll get bigger."
Jeff was somewhat incredulous at how effective the magic formula was. He was still calculating when she would
turn over.
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. She didn't hesitate at all, nor did she
care why he wanted to see her breasts; she just happily did as he said. Jeff swallowed hard.
It really worked!! Should he continue? Of course!!
"Okay, you can put your clothes back on now." He said, standing up and straightening his clothes. Heather noticed
her breasts starting to grow before her eyes and couldn't wait to tell Jeff the good news. She adjusted
the length of her bra straps to accommodate her new breast size. Even after she put on clothes, it was clear that her bust had indeed
become considerably fuller.
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fighterplane 2007-4-2 12:18
Jeff was as happy as a little bird, skipping hand in hand with Heather to go 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 loved Jeff, but also remained rational and
proactive, instead of becoming a mindless, submissive sex slave.
Upon arriving at Heather's house, they went straight to her room. Jeff asked Heather to take off 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 went to get what she needed and returned a moment later with a sewing kit. "You have to 　　take it off first," she said to him, a small, mischievous smile on her face. "Actually, you can take off all your clothes." 　　 She waited, but Jeff seemed a little embarrassed. As if sensing his embarrassment, she took a 　　soft bath towel from the closet 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 around himself 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. Walking to Heather's side, 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 wouldn't give up unless she finished or Jeff told her to stop. 　　 Afterwards, Jeff played dress-up with her. In the past, Jeff often saw her 　　strolling the streets with friends on Friday nights, and was often captivated by her sexy outfits. Now, he could look as much as he wanted. He wanted her to wear 　　a miniskirt with a tank top, or a tight t-shirt 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 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 hand, untied the towel wrapped around Jeff, grabbed his buttocks, 　　pinched them lightly, and pulled him onto her. They kissed and caressed 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 his mouth, gently sucking on it and 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, 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 　　. 　　 Afterwards, Jeff had the most enjoyable experience of his life while taking a bath. Heather attentively applied 　　lye to his skin and cleaned his body, making him feel her gentleness and submissiveness. After the bath, Jeff called home to tell 　　his mother that 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 issue of staying overnight, 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 at will. Although, 　　almost every time, Heather was the one who took the initiative. During this time, Jeff tested the limits of his control over Heather. He asked Heather to do 　　some chores that she would have previously thought were old-fashioned, or to watch pornographic movies with him. She happily complied with everything 　　, 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 made her think that way. 　　 By Sunday evening, none of the horrific consequences Jeff had imagined had materialized. The magic hadn't suddenly failed 　　, 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 spend the 　　night at a friend's house before school. 　　 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 that 　　way. 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. 　　 ※※※ 　　 Jeff’s health was very poor, so poor that his mother almost dared not let him go to school. He spent the weekend at Heather’s house.

Two days had severely exhausted him, and even after a night's rest, his complexion was still poor. She was somewhat worried that Jeff
had made some friends, but decided not to press her son for details, letting him give a simple explanation.
She didn't want to discourage him just as he was finally making friends. So, Jeff
went to school as usual that day, the events of the weekend feeling like a dream.
Monday's first class 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, a tall, red-haired girl named 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 barely suppressing her laughter,
while Heather's other best friend, Melchior, mocked him unrestrainedly. Heather's lips curled into a slight smile, making it unclear whether she
was also laughing. Turning 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: "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."
Jeff swallowed hard, his face burning, eliciting more disdainful
laughter from Tanya and Melchior. He carefully tore the paper to shreds. Her risky act had worried him; if others
saw the contents of that paper, the consequences would be dire. Also, it wasn't his order to have her breasts strapped back
. 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 look in Heather's direction.
Fortunately, they didn't have any classes that day, which gave Jeff the idea that
he could avoid Heather for the rest of the time. This was 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 break free. Her buttocks kept
circling on Jeff's lap until Jeff almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated in his pants before she let go.
"What are you doing?" Jeff asked quickly in a low voice after Heather released his lips.
Heather resisted Jeff's attempt to push her away, her voice rapid and low as she said, "It's okay, no
one saw."
"Didn't I tell you not to do these things at school?"
"If no one saw, it's fine," she said calmly, then kissed him again before standing 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, and loved making boys itch with desire. To Heather now, those
were just meaningless, boring things, giving her plenty of time to think. She loved Jeff deeply
. Yes, she knew Jeff was the reason she felt this way, but she didn't care; that was exactly what she wanted. Looking back at
her past self, she couldn't find anything she couldn't bear to part with—her boyfriends, or her past, repulsive
attitudes—she didn't want any of them 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 building, 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 them with Tanya and Melsey. They were both somewhat 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. "I'm skipping class this afternoon," she suggested. "Come to my house,"
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 puffing on their cigarettes, they left
the school through the back door with Heather.
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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 knocked gently 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.
Jeff's jaw nearly dropped when he saw Heather's outfit. Heather wore black stockings,
a black thong, and a black lace half-bra that barely covered 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 considerable amount of time cleaning since he left on Sunday, and it was no longer as messy as before
.
"Take your clothes off first," she said softly, handing him a bathrobe. "I've prepared some special entertainment."
"Here you go." She watched him undress like a predator eyeing its 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 the glans, a nimble tongue
moved beneath his penis, and his penis was slowly drawn into the warm mouth. Long nails lightly scraped 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 pay attention to these details.
Another hand touched his forehead, which surprised Jeff. Three hands? Then, a fourth hand massaged
his chest. Then, a fifth hand lightly swept his back. Jeff opened his eyes, but was stunned by what he saw
. Before him, Melchior, clad only in sheer stockings, knelt 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, Heather's voice came from behind him: "Do you like it, my love? Never thought of
doing it with three women at the same time, have you?"
Before he could react, Heather pinned her to the ground, and another woman eagerly pounced
on him.
Their bodies writhed, wanting to be even closer to him, wanting to please him even more. Jeff,
before being drained dry, felt like a toy, powerless and helpless.
※※※
Heather looked lovingly at Jeff, who lay asleep on her bed, seemingly exhausted. In her room, Tanya
and Melchior were excitedly comparing their newly enlarged breasts, commenting on their shape, sensitivity, and so on.
Knowing that her best friend, like her, was happy to be in love with Jeff brought her a sense of peace and contentment.
Glancing at the time on the bedside clock, she sighed softly. Jeff had said he'd be home by six,
and now, there wasn't much time left. She didn't want him to leave, but she didn't want to defy him either. Gathering her
somewhat jumbled thoughts, Heather gently woke Jeff.
"Ugh..." He wanted to continue sleeping.
"Sorry, darling. But it's almost six now, and you said you'd be home for dinner."
Jeff suddenly snapped awake. "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 even something as simple as answering his question
could excite her.
"Shit!" he repeated. "I'll be late!"
"No, you still have plenty of time to 'run' back." Heather smiled somewhat ingratiatingly.
After hastily dressing, Jeff hurriedly ran 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 at the last minute. Jeff began to feel a little afraid of Heather's cunning
.
Heather watched Jeff run home disheveled and sighed softly. Now, Jeff had only just 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 this would delay his
return home, so she ordered them to sit on her palms. Melchior and Tanya accepted Heather's
leadership. Regardless, Heather was Jeff's first love slave, and Jeff clearly loved her more, so
obeying Heather was a natural thing for them. They didn't mind this and were even happy
to share a little bit of Jeff's attention.
"Alright, girls," she said calmly, "he's safely home, so you can all
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 to stop her friends from talking. "I know it's difficult, but this is what he wants." This reason was enough
to make them completely obedient.
At this point, they were all ready to leave and chat about meaningless things as usual. They hadn't
changed much, except that they now had an object of their affection and admiration.
When Heather's mother returned, the girls had only just begun to clean the house. Carol became pregnant with Heather when she was sixteen
, and is now only in her early thirties. However, although she is still young, she already looks somewhat haggard
. Having a young daughter hasn't made her life any more positive. After giving birth to Heather, she's had
over a dozen boyfriends, but none of them lasted. Striding into the house, she caught a lingering
scent of sex.
"Heather, you slut!" she screamed. "You brought men home while I was away again,
didn't you?"
Heather emerged from her room nonchalantly. "Only one, Mom."
Her daughter's surprisingly polite reply did little to quell Carol's anger. "Don't tell me that, you
lewd idiot. I told you to clean the house before I got back, and… and…" Carol stopped
. The problem was, the house was indeed clean, at least the living room.
Walking into the kitchen, she saw clean cookware and utensils, instead of the cups and plates piled on the sink.
Even the stove had been cleaned.
"Jeff likes things tidy," Heather explained, addressing her mother's concerns.
"Who's this Jeff?" Carol pressed.
"He's my lover."
"Hmph!" her mother scoffed. "Hopefully it'll 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 Jeff...
Her husband loved her deeply, just as she loved him deeply. Conversely, she suddenly realized how lonely
and depressed her mother was. But 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."
***
Jeff went to school, still tired and a little nervous. Ever since he cast
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 all fell in love with 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, giving him no chance to speak. He imagined they
might do the same when they saw him today.
Luckily, when he later encountered Melchior and Tanya, they merely glanced at him and
then ignored him completely. Perhaps the magic had worn off, and they thought yesterday was just a dream—
a nightmare they wouldn't tell anyone.
As time passed, Jeff became certain that Heather hadn't come 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 couldn't imagine
what Heather might do. He had been restless all morning, leading his teacher to believe he was sick and send him
home for lunch break.
His mother was somewhat surprised by his early return, but didn't suspect he was
leaving early due to illness. She placed the back of her hand on Jeff's forehead to check 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, "your
friend from school came over this morning, a very likeable 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
the sound of him slumping 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
, but the thought of her son finally meeting 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
out of place, letting Jeff know that Heather had indeed thoroughly searched his room. Strangely, however
, 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 them? Just then, his mother
called him for lunch, giving him no more time to think.
Back at school in the afternoon, his situation hadn't improved; he simply pretended nothing was wrong to avoid being
sent home again. 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 an important decision. Should he go home, or 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. But going to Heather's
house was such a terrifying prospect. What made him even more uneasy was that when he knocked, he noticed
the lawn outside Heather's house had been recently trimmed, and the neglected flowerbeds had been replanted. This
wasn't how it had been 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. A moment later, Heather opened the door to let him in. He hurried inside,
not wanting to be seen, but Heather didn't close the door, letting the two girls who had been following Jeff in.
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 nearly 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.
As he lay naked on the ground, the situation worsened. The three girls pushed and shoved each other, trying
to grab his penis. In this situation, he clearly felt he might be hurt in the process. So
when Heather took 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 be good. Under intense stimulation, he quickly reached orgasm, and even in this
somewhat delirious moment, he still felt how pleasant it was to fill Melsy's small mouth with his semen.
He heard Heather give more commands to the other two girls, and then Tanya left his face,
licking the semen Melsy had missed from his penis. Then both girls were ordered to leave temporarily to
clean themselves.
Heather reached out to help Jeff up, and only then did he realize that in those few short minutes, he had been surrounded by three enthusiastic...
The girl, who had gone too far, was naked. Sensing his somewhat foolish shyness, Heather handed
him a silk bathrobe to cover himself, though it was so short it barely covered his genitals.
"You have to forgive those girls," Heather said with a wicked grin. "They're just too young and too in love with you
.
I'll discipline them properly."
Heather deliberately emphasized the word "discipline," sending 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 wanted to know 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
; let me untie the cloth binding them, okay?" 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? 　　 Curious, he went to the kitchen to see. 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 great figure. Looking at her full, firm breasts, he suddenly understood why the woman seemed 　　familiar. She was Heather's mother!!! A huge wave of fear washed over him, making him feel as if his insides were cramping 　　. Heather's mother wouldn't normally dress like this at home; there was only one 　　possibility. And realizing that her attire was the same as one of the nude models in his magazine further confirmed his 　　suspicions. At the same time, he also knew 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'd seen it many times recently on other girls. She skillfully shifted positions, making her breasts 　　more prominent, her crossed legs concealing the carefully trimmed pubic hair between her thighs. "You're 　　more sexy than words can describe!" 　　 she said in a voice similar to 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 skeptical of her words. Moreover, he 　　knew his plan to control Heather using magic and alchemy was now completely out of control!! 　　 When Heather's mother approached him, he cried out in panic, "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; he had completely lost interest. 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, and 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 any further; 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 polina blouse and a belt around her waist. Even though Jeff 　　was currently depressed, during their impromptu obscene dance, Jeff's penis defied his will and 　　stood erect. 　　 ※※※ 　　 During the first history class, Jeff slumped listlessly at his desk, trying to avoid attracting 　　his classmates' attention. He was exhausted, his whole body ached, and he'd been scolded by his mother for coming home too late the night before 　　. Fortunately, his classmates ignored him, allowing him to rest quietly at his desk. This also gave 　　him a chance to sort out his current situation. 　　 Now, three girls and one woman were madly in love with him, willing to do 　　anything to win his favor. 　　 Two weeks ago, this was his most cherished fantasy, but now it had become a living nightmare. It was obvious that 　　Heather had given the cigarettes to someone else. Only then did he realize he should retrieve the magical 　　cigarettes. Also, the magical cigarettes seemed to have different effects on different people; Tanya and Melsey's breasts 　　only grew slightly larger, and he wasn't sure if they were always used to obeying Heather's orders or if 　　magic had made them so compliant. 　　 Conversely, Heather's mother, Carol, retained her former insight and wisdom, but became much more cheerful. 　　Her breasts didn't grow larger, but rather became firmer, and she looked younger. Finally, there was Heather. Her 　　breasts had grown significantly; even when bound with cloth strips during class, their enlargement was still clearly noticeable. 　　 At the same time, she had become smarter. Perhaps she had simply been inattentive before, but undeniably, many teachers 　　pointed out her significant improvement. 　　 So, what else could he do? He had considered lifting their spells, but that was impossible. 　　 If they knew what he had done to them, he would be dead. Last night, he tried to 　　find a potion in the spellbook that could cause amnesia, but the only approximation would completely erase the recipient's thoughts. 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. 　　 What's more troublesome is that he now has no time to calmly think of a way 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 him, no one to kiss him, no one… She stopped herself from thinking any further.

As she walked down, she realized her genitals were already starting to feel wet, but she didn't want her panties to get soaked
. 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.
What should she do? She packed her books and left the classroom, lost in thought.
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 leaving, letting him be ridiculed by his classmates like a fool.
This only added to 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 about to go to the toilet and smiled happily. Several girls saw Heather
's smile and immediately decided to postpone their bathroom break. They had all been treated to hospitality by Heather and her friends,
and had no interest in experiencing it again.
Inside the women's restroom, Heather stood at the sink, holding a cigarette and her lighter,
waiting.
She only lit her cigarette after hearing the flush.
When Brie emerged from her stall and saw Heather, she was genuinely startled. After averting her gaze, Brie hurried
to the sink, anticipating what Heather was about to do. However, while Brie washed her hands, Heather simply
smoked alone. This relieved Brie. Then, Heather suddenly attacked her, pushing her against the wall and
pinning her down with her hands and body. As Brie tried to cry for help, Heather, still smoking,
pressed her lips to Brie's, forcibly transferring the smoke into her mouth.
Heather pressed herself against Belle, their bodies pressed tightly together, ignoring the girl's feeble
struggles against the wall, their lips locked in a forceful kiss. Gradually, Belle's struggles weakened, until she began to respond to her
kiss, and Heather knew she had succeeded. Releasing her captive arms, Heather wrapped her arms around Belle's waist,
drawing their bodies even closer together. Belle's hands automatically wrapped around Heather's, 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 satisfaction.”
“That’s good, isn’t it? Much better than being a shrew or a cowardly, timid 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,
something’s missing.”
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
be 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.
He would then remember that he hadn't taken the cigarettes back from her, and Heather knew very well that
she couldn't refuse if he asked her for them back. So, if she still needed them, she had to
use them before Jeff came to her house after school. She couldn't bear it any longer; not being able to stay by his side had made her so sad that 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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fighterplane 2007-4-2 12:26
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 that she was just late, but even his teacher had given up and
simply recorded her absence." Her absence sent a chill down Jeff's spine. He dared not imagine what Heather was doing
. Perhaps she was giving that pack of cigarettes to other girls at school, or even the female teachers!
But he was afraid, lacking the courage to look for her, and he didn't know where to begin. He
couldn't wander the campus unnoticed, which would lead to a barrage of questions he couldn't answer,
causing his mother to suspect his "illness" and "late return home." So, he could only stay in the classroom, hoping
the lessons would temporarily distract him from 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 arrive so late. At first, Jeff was relieved that Heather had finally appeared
, but when he saw it was Brie, he immediately felt dejected.
With her consistently excellent record, Brie easily convinced the teacher that she was unavoidably late.
As a result, when Brie sat down next to Jeff, the teacher had already continued his lecture. At first,
Jeff didn't pay attention, but less than five minutes later, he noticed that Brie was subtly moving as
close to him as possible. He began to realize with dismay that Brie's attention was entirely on him, not
on 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, shoving and jostling the students crowding the doorway
. It was lunchtime, and he planned to find Heather during this time, although he had reservations about her...
He still had no idea where Heather would 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 over his shoulders.
Jeff turned around in despair, bracing himself for the consequences of his secret finally being exposed to his classmates. However,
the face beside him didn't belong to Tanya or Melsey, but...
Bailyl was a little uncomfortable with Jeff's surprised reaction, but the next moment, she was kissing Jeff
's lips. As Bailyl's lips touched his, Jeff heard someone nearby say mockingly, "Wow!!
Those bookworms in love!!"
Jeff tasted tobacco in Bailyl's breath, letting him know what Heather had done.
But this didn't make him feel any better; instead, it made him even more confused about what was to come. He also couldn't resist Bailyl's
increasingly intense kisses. Doing this in front of others in the past would have made Jeff blush to the point of fainting
.
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.
Phil, the chemistry teacher, finally stepped in to interrupt them, though he found Jeff and Belle's actions more amusing than infuriating. The
sight of two studious bookworms together only reminded him of pure love, nothing more.
Jeff made up an excuse and dragged Belle away, leaving Phil 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 ineffective
because Jeff had 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… weird, a little hot,
but so good.”
“Stop!!” Jeff yelled as Belle leaned against him again. “Wake up, this isn’t the real
you, all of this is 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.” Belle suddenly laughed. “I actually said pussy!”
“Stop!!” Jeff yelled again. Theoretically, Belle 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 to him, she actually took two steps back and stopped trying to get closer to him.
"Thank goodness," Jeff breathed a sigh of relief. "What did Heather tell you? Did she tell you why she
did this?"
"She hates having you all alone at school, with no one for you to kiss, hug, or
…
So she needed to find someone others would accept as your girlfriend. I was lucky to be
chosen."
Before Jeff could comment on Heather's actions or Bairiel's good fortune
, the girl's hands suddenly moved to her chest, and she exclaimed in surprise, "My breasts! They're so tight, my bra size
has shrunk!" Jeff clearly saw Bairiel's breasts swell before his eyes, and he hoped this shocking scene
would break the magic's control over her and tell her that Heather had made her this way.
"Wow!" However, Bairiel's reaction was far from what he expected. She
pulled up her shirt, which was held together by 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, Bailier pounced on Jeff again, the impact slamming him 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, Bailier's strength suddenly increased, leaving him completely powerless to resist.
Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Bailier 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 and pressing him tightly
against the wall. He dared not resist, nor could he; his white semen flowed over her labia and down her thighs.
The pale pink of her mixed-race appearance indicated that she was different from Heather and the others; this was her first time. Bairiel didn't mind Jeff's 　　 rapid
-fire speed; she reached orgasm the instant his penis entered her. 　　 Jeff barely lasted until school was over; Bairiel wanted to be on top of him constantly. Heather's estimation was 　　correct. Although many people saw him and Bairiel's actions, and his classmates teased him about it, 　　no one found it strange that these two nerds were together. 　　 The bigger problem was that Jeff couldn't control Bairiel the way he controlled others. Sometimes, Bairiel 　　would obey his simple commands, like sitting in a chair during class instead of sitting on his lap. 　　 But more often, she would vaguely pretend to obey him, while her actions were almost completely contrary to 　　his orders. Even Heather couldn't do this; she could only offer various excuses to explain that she was still obeying 　　his orders. 　　 The school bell rang, and Jeff realized he was powerless to stop Bailey from clinging to him. 　　 One arm around his waist, Bailey's head resting on Jeff's shoulder, her other hand tightly gripping his 　　arm, their bond almost like that of 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 Bailey's clinginess at all. 　　 Heather was waiting for him outside the school gate, her relaxed demeanor accompanied by a smug smile. Still dragging 　　Bailey along, Jeff reached Heather as quickly as possible. Angry, but he suppressed it, not wanting the other students 　　to hear their conversation. 　　 "Heather," he whispered urgently, "those cigarettes! Give them back, now!"

Clearly anticipating this, Heather had already taken the cigarettes 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 him
that 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? Is there nothing else?"
Heather smiled and nodded. "Yes, my love. The other cigarettes have all been used up, now only ashes remain
.
I didn't hide them."
Jeff relaxed a little; Heather hadn't evaded his question, and he was certain she wouldn't lie to him directly.
Now, he wanted to test something else. "Heather, order Beryll to let go of me and take two steps back."
Beryll immediately hugged him even tighter, as if afraid he would suddenly throw her off. Her behavior made Heather
want to burst out laughing.
"Heather, order her, immediately!"
"But you two are so cute!" Heather retorted, her smile becoming even more pronounced.
“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 before Heather did 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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