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DPS - Sports Tryouts
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Sports Tryouts
Dana strolled out of the recently ravaged boys’ locker room as she slipped the torn fragments of her old cotton PE uniform over her shoulders. The two, unevenly torn halves melded over her skin like a shiny, sheer symbiote, polished and amorphous as it slipped over her broad, strong shoulders and then painted over her well defined collarbone and down over the top halves of her heaving breasts. It clung to her like a second skin, not too cold, not too hot. Not that anything could discomfort the superpowered redhead.
While it finished covering up her nipples and tapering at the bottom hem, leaving Dana completely indecent and utterly salacious, she flicked the lycra mesh shorts up off of the ground, accidentally gouging a little pothole into the cement floor with the force of her big toe digging downwards.
Moaning as her top slipped over the pink erotic peaks of her breasts, almost teasing and gripping her invulnerable yet still sensitive, perky nipples, the black lycra shorts too hugged her voluptuous hips, seeping over her silky, fragrant skin as they hugged every curve and counter curve, making the thinnest possible line just at the tops of her beautifully muscled thighs right where they met her pelvis. Dana could feel the warm air kissing her sculpted cherry bottom, and she felt absolutely unabashed about how her proud cheeks stood out for all to view. Just like the underside of her prodigious breasts.
She strolled out to the field to the collective gasp of all of her teammates, current and future, as well as the unbroken stare of her track coach. Knowing that she already had the principal in her pocket, plus the fact that she could dominate her teachers’ minds with her special tits, Dana had no problem living out her deepest fantasies in real life.
“What is it, coach? I’ve been working out over the summer,” Dana raised her arms over her head, lifting her already high profile boobs even higher.
“Y-you need to be in uniform!” Coach Jensen barked with a slight hint of hesitation.
His unsteady tone didn’t go unnoticed to Dana’s super ears.
“Really?” Dana asked, raising a beautifully sculpted eyebrow and sizing him up with her large, glowing green eyes. She could already see the tent that he was sporting for her luscious body. “You want me to cover...” she outlined with her long, delicate fingers her heavy breasts, the way their outer curve extended even beyond her torso, down to her cinched waist, stopping to caress those cobbled abs, before flowing back outward to her hips. “...all of this?” she teased, knowing that she had him completely spellbound even without the magic of her commandeering tits.
His lips were parted, his eyes bulging. The students standing behind Dana could’ve seen it too... but they were too busy admiring her swaying backside, the length of those powerful legs and the beautiful sight of her tanned buttocks.
Coach Jensen began to drool. He had no answer as he continued to stare at the large perky nipples poking out from Dana’s already incredible bust.
“You haven’t even seen the rest of me. Shouldn’t you get the full picture before you decide what my... punishment is?”
Dana turned to a profile view, giving him an even more staggeringly seductive view of her provocative curves. Her body so slender, her arms so toned and powerful... how could a being like that sport a pair of breasts as large as hers and an ass that just wouldn’t quit? Coach Jensen couldn’t decide whether he wanted to stare at the jutting spheres on her chest, or the ones that topped her legs.
Dana suppressed a cackle as she turned around to give him an unfettered view of her butt. Then, looking over her shoulder, she opened her mouth into an O shape and covered it with her fingers, posing like a centerfold of a men’s magazine, as if she hadn’t meant to completely seduce and destroy her coach’s self control.
He began to tremble. Without another word, Coach Jensen turned around and half walked, half ran toward his office for some privacy. It proved difficult considering how uncomfortable it was to maneuver his legs without reaching down into his pants to maneuver his erection.
Dana turned her head to look at her just as confused, just as aroused classmates.
“I think Coach is leaving me in charge of today’s practice and tryouts.”
“What the hell? No way!” Jenny, Dana’s most ambitious athletic rival protested.
Dana looked at the brunette with a gleam in her emerald eyes. There was no denying that Jenny and Dana had always been close in terms of physical ability, but as of two days ago, the chasm between them was akin to a pebble comparing itself to the size of an entire planet.
“Hang on. Let me just ask him,” Dana giggled.
She turned and ran after their waddling coach, her strides as graceful and long as a gazelles. Her left foot pushed off the earth, clearing a long jump record before her right touched down and repeated the process. Within a few seconds, the redheaded supergirl had overtaken their coach and was standing in front of him, hands on her lascivious hips.
“Coach,” Dana said out of earshot of all of the other students.
“D-Dana!?” he bit his lip as he wished she would get out of there. He needed his privacy! But, it was another chance to gaze upon the body that had turned him on so much, he just had to go and masturbate to the thought of her...
“Mind if I run the class while you go and jerk off to me?” Dana asked bluntly.
“W-what!?” Coach Jensen tried to act innocent. But Dana knew better. She loved how her super senses could so easily pick up the profound turmoil she provoked in people: the swishing of their blood, the rapid pounding of their hearts, the short and reedy intake of breath...
Dana rolled her soulful eyes and traced the underside of her breasts with her hands, drawing his gaze to her silky, profound flesh.
Coach Jensen’s eyes glazed over immediately as he stared at their luscious perfection. Any thoughts, any resistance in his mind immediately turned to incorporeal smoke, blown away and replaced by the sight of Dana’s perfect, gravity defying tits. His erection surged even harder, even angrier, and despite how tense and wound up Dana’s beauty had inflicted upon him, his mind was totally relaxed and slack, waiting for the lovely girl to fill the void she had created in his mind with just the simple brushing of those perfect jutting spheres...
“I’m in charge of your class from now on,” Dana repeated.
“R-right... you’re... in charge... your tits are...” Coach Jensen drooled.
“Tell them I’m in charge.”
“Dana’s in charge!” a droopy voice shouted back toward the class as loud as he could muster.
“And go take care of that little prick of yours,” she declared dismissively. “And every time you come, you’ll see only my beautiful face, laughing at you. And you’ll feel totally, utterly ashamed,” Dana cackled.
He whimpered in total lust.
“That’s it!”
Dana snapped her fingers. It sounded louder than the crack of a track pistol firing. Coach Jensen ran off to find some privacy so he could begin his downward journey of crippling shame and lust for his student.
In another blur, Dana was once again standing in front of her gobsmacked classmates. She came to a perfect standstill instantly after her record breaking run, looking absolutely fresh and completely steady in her breathing. Her lips curled into a sneer. A beautiful, terrifying sneer.
“How did you...” Jenny stammered.
“Right!” Dana clapped. “Let’s get started! Unlike Coach, I’ll even run with you! Why don’t we do a one mile warmup! Four times around the track!”
They all gathered around the starting line, Jenny included. What else could they do?
“And... go!” Dana pursed her lips and whistled, hard. With immaculate control over her body, she generated a trilling shriek as accurate as their coach’s, except far louder. The force of her breath sliced through the air, scattering far away clouds thanks to Dana’s foresight not to blow horizontally across the surface of the Earth, lest she leave a trail of wanton destruction with her sexy breath.
By the time all of the girls had taken their first step, Dana was already halfway down the bend toward the first turn. Two long legged strides had taken her that far, and only because she was taking her time. Jenny, who had been planning to show off her mettle and summer of hard work, didn’t even realize that her dreams had been instantly crushed until one of the other girls bellowed out, “how is she so fast?!”
Dana kept her easy pace, turning the corner gracefully, taking a few extra steps instead of just leaping over the oval end of the track with a little push off of her weaker left leg. If she skipped over the path, then she wouldn’t have run a full mile, would she? And she wanted to set a good example, after all.
A trail of red dust streaked behind her as she zoomed down the straight path, kicking up the white chalk lines that separated the lanes. Like a figure skater, she rounded the second turn with an extreme bend and lean of her hyper flexible body, going so far as to almost fall over sideways. But something in her body just told her it would be fine. She never felt off balance, even as her crimson hair whizzed over the red earth.
It didn’t make any sense... but Dana wasn’t worried about making sense anymore. She was a fucking superhuman goddess, living out her power fantasies that she’d only read about from a niche internet writer. Sense had no jurisdiction in her life anymore, apparently.
She slowed down and reached deep into her cleavage to pull out her phone from its snug hideout. Her control over her pectorals was so fine that, despite the fact she could crush a stone to powder in between her awesome orbs, she could also apply just the right amount of pressure to keep her small belongings safe without destroying it. Though she definitely couldn’t wait to try putting Oliver’s penis between her tits. He’d probably start to orgasm instantly, and then she would squeeze him just the tiniest bit and choke off his cum, and he’d scream and beg so deliciously...
The other students were just rounding the first bend after two minutes and change. Dana had just run a two mile minute! And it was so fucking easy. Checking her phone with a few swipes, she saw that HominyMartian had plenty of GTA updates. Is that how she’d seemingly gotten even more powerful?
Dana had no shame about reading it publicly. Who was going to stop her? ...Her phone, apparently. Her green eyes zipped back and forth, scanning the text faster than the webpage could load it. No, it was more than that. Her mind predicted the text that was coming even before her phone loaded it, and she’d done it with near perfect accuracy. Her thumb slid over the smooth surface as she devoured the story updates, feeling the heat well up in her superpowered pussy.
Still, she decided that some things were best left to be savored and not gorged. She’d go home and have a right proper time with it after school. GTA having an infinite storage space between her breasts was... weird, but HominyMartian had to be a huge weirdo to write this stuff in the first place. And, as she stuck her phone back into her underboob cleavage, she couldn’t help but think that maybe there was something to it. It was a power. And power was sexy. Especially when it involved her tits...
Dana slid her fingers down her muscled thigh and underneath the triangular patch of her morphed fabric, vibrating her powerful hand as she pistoned her thrusting fingers, in and out, in and out of her super twat. Her thumb rolled against her diamond hard clit, hard enough to bend and melt metal, while she drilled all of her sweet, inner erogenous zones, giving herself a quick, back-arching, electric orgasm to take the edge off of her little fantasy power trip. Then, she tasted her own fingers and shuddered once more. Her taste was so sweet, so subtle, so delicate... but its effect was positively orgasmic. She couldn’t wait to dominate someone with nothing but her sexual juices. Besides Oliver.
Only when she snapped open her glowing eyes did she realize that both of her feet were no longer on the track. No... she was hovering just an inch off the ground, but hovering nonetheless!
Dana whooped out loud as she instinctively whizzed forward, still “moving” her legs despite the fact that she was flying. No wonder she felt in total control while she turned the corner at such a sharp angle! Balance, to her, was whatever she wanted it to be!
Continuing to run on air, she immediately caught up to the group of girls. “Is that the best you can do?” she taunted them. “How will you ever get on the track team with that kind of mile time?” A single step took her tens of meters forward toward her brunette competition. “And Jenny, especially you...” Dana clicked her tongue. “What have you been doing all summer, you fat bitch!? Eating donuts?”
“Arrrrgh!” Jenny roared in frustration, picking up the pace. Her stamina would never last at near her fastest pace, but maybe rage and adrenaline could fuel her the rest of the way.
Dana immediately zipped forward and performed a second mile before catching back up to Jenny, who was now rounding the third bend.
“What do you think, Jenny? You need a little break? Need to lie down take a widdle rest?” Dana taunted the girl as she continued to match the brunette’s pace while side stepping!
“That’s... impossible...” she heaved.
“No... this is what’s impossible,” Dana smirked.
Both of her feet left the floor as she lay on her side, as if resting on a comfortable invisible sofa. A sofa that was still traveling forward, matching Jenny’s pace while the girl resting on it continued to sneer and rub in Jenny’s inferiority.
“Wha... how...” Jenny finally came to a standstill.
“Keep running, Jenny! Don’t let me lap you again!” Dana laughed as she rested her chin on her fist, long legs crossed.
When it became clear that Jenny was too gobsmacked to continue, Dana floated back over and slammed her tits right into the blonde’s face, giving her a lovely loud slap while simultaneously instilling her power into the void of Jenny’s mind from the light brush of the blonde’s sweaty face against her smooth breasts.
Jenny began to run again, as fast as she could.
“There you go!” Dana cheered as she ran in perfect tandem with the blonde. “We have to show these other students what it’s like to be varsity, don’t we? And yes, I guess you’ll be varsity. Not that I think you’re worth it...” Dana looked at the girl struggling to perform. “But all of them...” she peeked behind her shoulder, “are just so much worse...”
Jenny stopped and bent over, heaving for air as they crossed the finish line.
“Keep going!” Dana ordered as she zipped forward once more and waited at the first bend.
“Aahhhh!” Jenny shrieked as her legs betrayed her mind, nearly planting her face first from the unexpected movement.
“Another mile, everyone!” Dana’s powerful voice echoed over the field.
“I... can’t...!” Jenny wailed as she approached Dana.
“And why not? Looks like you just made it,” Dana smiled before disappearing as a flesh colored blur, topped with her streak of red hair. She re-appeared down at the other bend and sat on an invisible chair, connected to the ground with only one leg. Idly examining her fingernails, she crossed her other leg over her thigh and swung it idly.
Meanwhile, the other girls had run so hard that they had begun to throw up. And Jenny... even her dominated mind couldn’t obey when her body was totally broken down. She collapsed onto the floor, crying and sobbing as her legs continued to scrunch up and push her forward along the ground like a caterpillar.
“Ho hum,” Dana stood back up. “I guess I’ll tell coach which of you made varsity and which made JV.” Her feet left the floor as she floated over to a face down Jenny. None of the other girls witnessed Dana’s effortless feat. “Jenny, you can stop now. You know you’ll never catch me. Isn’t that right?”
Jenny just sobbed and nodded.
Dana looked over at the boy’s lacrosse team, laughing at how all of them couldn’t even move properly after a brief session of lovemaking with her. And there was Oliver, doing his best to tell them not to tell anyone. Dana could pick up the anger and yelling with her superhearing. It would be fun if one of them actually defied her request...
“You do shotput, don’t you Jenny?” Dana asked idly.
“Y-yeah... why?” Jenny asked with horror in her voice.
A gust of wind laced with sweet perfume wafted over Jenny. She looked up to see Dana seem to blur out of existence. And then she was back, this time with the heavy metal ball.
“Seems like a dumb sport,” Dana mused as she juggled it up and down with one hand. Jenny winced as the heavy object impacted Dana’s palm, but Dana had no reaction. Instead, the redhead curled her fingers over the metal, imprinting her graceful fingers into it with naught but a little squeeze. The redheaded supergirl then took that shotput, pressed it against her elegant neck, and then went through the motions totally incorrectly before launching the ball up.
Jenny rolled over onto her back just in time to see it rocket off over the horizon. She looked back at Dana in terror.
“Aaaand...” Dana had her hand just above her eyes, shielding it from the sun as she peered off into the distance. “It’s gone. I think I just set a world record. How many miles was it, again?”
“Y-you have... superpowers...” Jenny heaved.
“Shh,” Dana placed a single extended index finger against her lips and blew her superbreath all over the prone girl.
Jenny just winced and gasped in pleasure.
“Time for me to go workout for real. I gotta see about these flying powers. I say you’re in charge now. Take care of these pathetic wimps, would ya? I’m bored of them. See you in practice tomorrow!” Dana smiled brightly.
Once more, her feet left the earth as she flew backwards, curving her back in a beautiful arc as she flew over the skyline of the city.
