Malleable Doll Kimiko

He watched her as she bent down, stretching to touch her toes. She was lovely. Absolutely
beautiful, in so many ways. Her name was Kimiko Sorayama, and she was queen of the high
school. With plenty of reason. She was slim, trim, with an incredible body, lovely, pouty lips,
long flowing dark rich hair, and incredibly blue and haunting eyes. But, there was a problem.

“Oh, how can you be so stupid?!” she cried out, shoving down one of the other
cheerleaders in her squad. She huffed, and continued to berate the poor girl, bringing her to
tears, and laughing as she ran off.

Yasuo Hirihito sighed, shaking his head, and smiling. Kimiko was a spoiled rich bitch.
She had everything, and more, than money could buy, and the praise of everyone around her.
No one told Kimiko no. Not ever. At least, not yet. Yasuo chuckled, looking once more at the
small piece of paper in his hand. Never had he thought that his love of ancient history would
reveal such a tasty, such a wondrous gift. He had to have everything perfect. Tonight he
would put that little bitch in her place, and have fun doing it. Just a few more hours, and he
would have it all. He gave her one last glance, and then went quietly back to class.

Finally, class was over. Kimiko couldn’t stand another minute of those boring teachers
droning on about this, and that. None of it mattered to her. She had everything she’d ever
need, and, if she pouted just right, any geek would gladly do her homework for her. She
smiled, excited about the prospect of another shopping trip to the mall with her friends. She’d
been eyeing a brand new cell phone, with several features that no one else could afford. Oh,
how they’d all be jealous. However, something was blocking her way from the girl’s locker
room. It was some kid. He was decent enough looking, maybe six feet tall, short cropped
raven hair. He even had kind of nice eyes. But, he was nothing but another wannabe
boyfriend, and she hadn’t time for that. There was shopping to do to make herself better than
everyone else.

“Move,” she commanded.

The boy just smiled.

“Uh, hello? MOVE!” she commanded once more.

The boy simply laughed.

“What’s your problem, jerk wad?”

“I don’t have a problem,” the boy said, walking in. “You do. Sheewar-itsuda!”

There was a tiny flash, and Kimiko felt dizzy for a moment, but she blinked it away.
“What are you, some kind of nut?! Get out of my way!”
 “Orgasm.” The boy said simply.

Kimiko was about to respond, but an orgasm tore through her, making her knees
buckle and her panties soak. She sat, breathless on the floor, looking wide eyed at the boy.

“Who are-“

“You will not speak unless I command you to, or unless you are responding to a
question you are asked. Do you understand?”

I don’t have to take this! Kimiko thought to herself. But she found all she could say
was, “Yes.”

“For now, you can say, ‘Yes, Yasuo.’ Though, I may change it to ‘Yes, Master’ later.”
The boy smiled.

Kimiko was bewildered. She tried to speak, but nothing happened. Her body was rebelling
against her. Rage burned within her at her inability to do anything, and she stood, to hit this
Yasuo.

“Stop.” He said quietly. And she did. His smile grew. “Now, Kimiko, you will follow me
home, hanging on my arm, and smiling happily, because you enjoy being next to me. It
makes you feel warm, and happy, and it makes that tight little pussy of yours wet, and tingly.
Come home with me, Kimiko.”

Once again, Kimiko found herself doing exactly as she was told. And he was right. It
DID feel good to hold him. He smelled nice, he looked nice, and she was warm and very
horny walking next to him. But, there was something else. Another, stronger feeling. Fear.
This boy had power over her. And she had no idea what he meant to do. But, while she held
him, it almost didn’t matter. Even though she knew everyone was staring at her, walking with
this no one, this average Joe, she was content, as he’d instructed her to be. Soon, she found
herself following the boy to a small, but quaint little house, just a few blocks away from the
school. Then, she was led upstairs, to a small bedroom, and instructed to sit on the bed
quietly. Yasuo stood in front of her, grinning ear to ear. He just watched her for a little while,
letting her grow nervous, letting her wonder what was happening. Then, he began.

“You are, by now, curious as to what’s happened to you. To answer that, we have to
travel back in time, quite a ways. You see, several generations ago, one of your ancestors
was concubine to our great Emperor. But, she was not satisfied being just one of the girls.
She sought out a great and powerful wizard, saying that she so loved the Emperor, that she
would do anything to please him, and be his one and only love. The wizard saw and
understood, and told her that he could help, but it would cost her. She agreed, saying that she
would pay anything, and so the wizard cast his spell. What she didn’t know was the cost was
a curse. Everyone one of her female descendants would be affected in the same way. You
see, the spell made them perfect lovers. Whoever invokes the special magic word can make
the affected woman do anything. And I do mean anything. Change in anyway, grant any wish.
Can you guess whose part of the curse today?”
 Kimiko shook her head. This had to be some sort of cruel joke. It couldn’t be true. This
can’t be real. Her mind reeled with the prospects. This boy had complete control over her.
She shuddered.

“That’s right. You. And now, I think it’s time that rich bitch had a lesson in humiliation.
Stand, and strip, slowly, seductively for me.”

Yasuo sat on the bed as she felt herself rise up, walk in front of him, and slowly begin to
dance. She yelled at herself in her mind. She struggled, tried everything she could think of to
lash out, to hurt this man, to free herself, but she could not. As he instructed, she danced,
slowly, gracefully around him, piece by piece, removing her clothing, and dropping it gently to
the floor. She ground her tight, round butt against his crotch, sensually danced up between
his legs, with her back and small, pert breasts. She stood up in front of him again when it was
all done, and he applauded.

“Very good, Slave,” he nodded. “Very good indeed. But, we’re missing a few things.
We’ll fix that soon enough. First… come here and suck my cock. You’ve gotten me quite
aroused with your slut dance, and I feel a need to be relieved.”

Kimiko’s eyes grew wide, and she shook her head, even as she felt herself unzipping
Yasuo’s pants. Fully erect, his penis was nothing freakish. Indeed, it was just at six inches in
length, and a nice thickness. She’d seen many cocks before, but never actually touched one,
despite what people said about her. She’d never had any desire to. Her vibrators and dildo’s
did just fine. She felt her eyes water as she put her lips over his cock, and began to suck,
slowly, flicking her tongue out, and sucking as though she were a seasoned pro.

“Yes, that’s nice. But once again, something is missing. Your breasts are far too small.
You will make them larger. Huge.”

A tingle ran through her chest, and soon, it began to feel heavier. What were once
barely tiny A cups, soon swelled, larger and larger on her chest. Finally, they stopped at
anything larger than she could imagine, which was around a DD. They looked like large
softballs on her chest, almost the size of half melons. Yasuo tsked, and shook his head.

“That is not at all what I ordered, slave. I said HUGE. Those are pitiful. Not even a
good start. I see you need some help. They will grow, large, and round, and soft, and firm,
and natural, growing steadily more sexually charged and sensitive as they become larger,
until they are the size of beach balls.”

Kimiko’s eyes flared open. Beach balls?! She wouldn’t be able to move! She felt the
tingle in her chest once more, and then felt the weight continue. She could feel every inch as
they swelled, and soon, it began to feel good. She started to enjoy it against her will, and, as
they neared the size of beach balls, she let out a sensual moan around Yasuo’s penis.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this, Slave?” he asked quietly.

Kimiko opened her mouth to yell out how much she hated it, but, found instead that
she said, “Yes, Yasuo.” She was surprised when she realized it was the truth. No one had
ever treated her like this, and he wasn’t hurting her. And her breasts DID feel incredible. She
didn’t want the feeling to stop. Soon her nipples brushed against the carpet and she yelped,
just a bit, as an orgasm coursed through her.

“See? Large breasts are fun. Yes... keep sucking. You’re going to make me cum, and
when I do, you will swallow every last drop I shoot out.”

NO! This may be fun, but she didn’t want to drink anyone’s cum! That was so gross!
So disgusting! So, humiliating! She tried to tear herself away, tried to do anything to make it
stop, but instead, she moaned again as her now, shot glass sized nipples pressed harder into
the carpet, threatening another orgasm. All she could do was work harder to make Yasuo
cum. He began to moan as well, bucking his hips, rolling them as she sucked harder and
harder. Finally, he sucked in and she felt his cock bloat in her mouth, and explode. Hot, warm
fluid shot down her throat, and she greedily swallowed every bit of it, until his cock stopped
twitching. She then sat back, letting him slide out with a small pop.

“That was excellent, Slave.” Yasuo said. “I will give you a reward for your hard work.”
He smiled, and reached down, rolling one of her large breasts, sending waves of pleasure
through her. Finally, he found what he was looking for, her nipple. He grabbed it, and yanked,
and Kimiko screamed as an orgasm, more powerful than any she had known before,
exploded within her, making her whole body quiver. Yasuo continued to play with her bloated
teat, twisting it, teasing it, hitting it, sucking on it, making the orgasm more powerful. Soon,
she couldn’t tell if it was one long orgasm, or several orgasms piled into each other. Finally,
he let it drop, giving her one final push of pleasure. The orgasms subsided and she fell on top
of her humongous boobs, panting, and sweating.

“You see? It’s not so bad being my slave, is it?” Yasuo reached over and ran his
fingers through her silky hair. “I will always let you orgasm, slave. I will always let you cum.
And you will pleasure me in whatever way I dream up, whenever I want. You will love me, as
well, I’m sure, for the pleasure I bring you.” He bent down, and kissed her. She found that she
didn’t hate it like she thought she would. But then Yasuo said something that sent shivers
down Kimiko’s spine… and made her orgasm once more.

“Now, let’s see how far your powers go, shall we?”