Sunday, 17 January 2021

Story: St. Doria

 

 Meanwhile, in the tennis club, Alex was getting nervous. Very nervous. The club members were apparently quite eager to, shall we say, show off and - aha-  help their juniors on their first day. Help them with stretches. Help them with drills. Help them with swings. Help them with serves. Help them with everything under the sun, and every time she heard them say that word she just about keeled over from dread.

Was he really a boy? Was he actually a girl in disguise? Now that she'd run into so, so many girls infiltrating this boys' school she was starting to wonder how many here actually were boys to start with.

"Hey Jerry, can you help me out?" one senior said. "I got a knot in my back."

"Yeah sure thing Nick," another said. "I'll help with that."

"Hey, Barry! I meant to warn you, quit helping yourself to my racquets."

How ubiquitous was this word? At this point it was having more than one effect on her. The other members of the Enigma Club had already paired off with another club member in an attempt to investigate, she was the only one that was still by herself. Every time her chain of thought went towards trying to figure out what happened to the tennis club last year, one of the seniors would say "that word'' and her skin would try to crawl up to her scalp.

And then... her imagination would betray her. It would betray her horribly. One would say help, and then her eyes would go to him. Whoever he was. Sweaty and athletic, standing there in snug shorts. She'd imagine his chest growing, swelling up with an impressive bust. His figure would become more overtly feminine. Face softening. All traces of masculinity melting away, and then she would go to this girl, and the two of them would...

Help each other out. Unable to help but help each other out. Then her harem would grow. Her yuri harem of girls pretending to be boys at a school where one hundred percent of the students were meant to have a penis. Yeah. Great plan mother, great plan grandmother, put her in an all boys school until the curse passes over. Great thinking. Now she was stuck at a tennis club trying to do something athletic when she was horny and anxious. Try playing tennis while you're horny and anxious. Hell, for that matter try writing your name when you're horny and anxious. Go on, give it a shot, see how well you do!

It was frustrating, it was draining, it was... it was hell!

"Your turn!" Ian said, bopping her on the head. Huh? It was? The others had all gone already? No, wait, of course they had. They were all chatting with the rest of the club. In the middle of the court, Patrick was out there spreadeagle, and it wouldn't surprise her overly much if looking into his eyes, she saw a pair of spirals like in an old cartoon.

Alec took up a racquet and went out to the middle of the court, not expecting much. This Ian guy was kind of a jerk. Assessing their skills? More like going all out on the newbies to show off! At least that was the impression that she had. Whatever. It'd be just one serve. While Patrick was carried off the court, she bounced the ball, took a deep breath and tossed it into the air. Might as well get this over -

"Thanks for the help," Patrick said.

Krakoom! Alec's vision whited out. the word help began to echo in her ears in a frighteningly familiar way. Help. Help. Help. It felt like some other force had taken over her body, made her arm swing. There was a sound like thunder, and she turned to look at Patrick. Or more precisely, look at Patrick's butt.

God, she was so hot. How had nobody noticed? No way were those a boy's legs. Nuh uh, it was impossible, flat out impossible.  She shuddered, feeling the spell wash over her while Patrick was carried away.

She turned around, drawn on by the urge, the compulsion, the burning desperate need to tap that. Even in front of everyone else, she had to do it. Pull down those shorts and dive in. Use her tongue, use her lips on anything they could get to.

"Incredible!" Ian said, doing something incredibly dangerous and putting himself directly in between Alec and the pussy she was going to smash. "You thoroughly smashed that ball with that serve! Even I could not return it!"

Alec tried to walk past him, but Ian was having none of it. "Yes, I see potential here. Great potential! Once I have left the school, you shall take my place as the club president! A boy like you is bound to inject fresh blood into the club, especially after last year!"

Who gave a fuck about last year? Alec turned to look at him. This boy. This nuisance. This.. this pussyblocker.

"Not feeling well," Alec said. Then she called out. "Patrick, I need to rest up somewhere. Could you help me?"

Patrick - or Patricia, or whatever her name was, stiffened up. Yes, yes, that's right. Feel the curse taking hold. Whatever exchaustion she felt washed off her as she walked right up to Alec and took her temperature.

"Yes, yes, just as I thought," Patrick said. "I had my suspicions earlier, but... You're feeling a bit peaky aren't you?"

"Eh?" Alec nearly collapsed at the contact. "Help..." she repeated.

"I will," Patrick said. "I will... help you. I'm training to be a Doctor, you need urgent bed rest. May we have some private use of the locker room?"

"By all means!" Ian said. "Patrick, this boy is our newest rising star! A prodigy of tennis, even potentially exceeding my own ability! For that reason, he is now your responsibility! Do whatever you can to make him feel better!"

Oh, no need to worry about that. Alec had a funny feeling that Patrick was going to take very good extra special care of her. Though, looking around, Alec could already tell that the rest of her harem was watching quite nervously... Never mind that. They'd come around in due time.

They wouldn't be able to help themselves.
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One aspect of business that a true leader of industry must manage is capturing the centre of attention. Simone was quite adept in this area, easily ensnaring the eyes of all the boys in the club. Such pretty lithe things, doting on her, blissfully unaware that she knew exactly what was going through their filthy minds. Sneaky glimpses at her legs, imagining her as a girl when they thought that she was a boy. Images that her own body language were intentionally implanting.

"You're all quite charming," she said with a bright smile. And athletic, and... Another set of notches for her bedpost. "But talking isn't the purpose of this club, no? It's meant to be a swim club. Why don't you show me the pool? I'd like to see firsthand what it is you get up to around here."

The club's leader, a sweet but slightly dim boy by the name of Jack, smiled o innocently down at her. "Good thinking, why don't we head out there now? You got a swimsui - pair of trunks?"

He had to correct himself part way through because the image of Simone as a girl was simply that strong. Amazing, isn't it? They're all trying to defy reality, defy her charms - while falling under her spell all the more strongly.

"Sadly no," Simone sighed. "But watching will be fine to start with." She tilted her head and made her eyes sparkle with life. "You don't mind, do you?"

None of them did. Of course not. Why should they? It wasn't as if swimming trunks were hard to come by. Heh. She'd probably wind up wearing a pair instead of something more... discrete. Give them all heart palpitations. She doubted they'd complain, though. Certainly not by the time that she was done with all of them.

They filed off politely, whlie she went to the pool to wait for them to dress. She let her legs dangle in the water, kicking up the waves, and marvelled at how grand it was. Not the largest pool around - the school actually had two pools. One for teaching and club use, the other for recreation. She'd had a quick look at the other one earlier on - how utterly expensive it must be to maintain. By comparison this one was simpler, smaller, more practically oriented.

In all honesty she preferred the other one. Then again, all the better her chance to, shall we say, cheat a little? Lesson one of business, it's only cheating if you get caught. As such, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag full of white powder, then stalked around the edge of the pool emptying it in. The water fizzed, the water bubbled, but before long it was as good as new. Reacting with the chlorine and cleaning agents they used to keep the water fresh. Giving off a faint smell of apricots and strawberries, and - Aha, how nice!

A shadow appeared behind her. This was her new Japanese toy, some ninja girl who was - for reasons unknown to Simone - infiltrating this school for boys. She could only imagine it was for some reason perverse, but she seemed content to do what Simone said. For the time being, at least.

"MIstress, I have added the compound you requested to the body wash in the showers," Hisoka said. Simone patted her on the head. "May I enquire as to the purpose of this mission?"

"Binary poisons," Simone asked. "Have you heard of them?" Hisoka nodded, then gasped. "It's not a poison, don't worry. It's merely a little concoction of an old flame of mine. Something I have already patented - and will sell freely once my time here is finished." Once she has her contacts secured. Means of distribution. "This is more of a binary aphrodisiac."

The first half of which was in the pool, reacting away with the water. Invisibly, intangibly. They would soon be dosing themselves with it. Small doses, but sufficient - considering they would be covering their entire bodies in water for a significant period of time. Then, when they went to shower after it was all over, she'd simply saunter in while they became quickly, painfully erect - and that was when the fun began.

And oh, what fun it would be. They sauntered out of the locker room obliviously, diving into the water and letting her take a good, long look at the athletic muscular physiques she'd be using as her toys in the near future. Where the gymnastics club members were flexible, the swimming club members were lean and powerful. Two delicious flavours she couldn't wait to try at the same time.

Well, that was the plan at least. Of course, it should go without saying that there's no such thing as a plan that survives contact with the enemy. And Simone was about thirty seconds away from meeting her greatest enemy to date.

  1. Introducing Felix/Felicity, another girl seeking to build a harem - and Simone's direct competition!
  2. A late arriving swim club member, Timothy, who is not only immune to Simone's charms - but somehow capable of making her heart skip a beat.
  3. Miss Johnson, a no nonsense teacher, with their own designs on Simone
  4. A character we've already met arrives at the pool to bug Simone.
  5. Something else


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