Academy Days: Queen Bee – 1 [❤️❤️❤️]

You find Life Phoenix house far more interesting than the classes you attend. You are Monday.

It was fun to work out the tangled web of relationships in the sorority. Who hates who, who likes who, who tolerates who. The most important rule you’ve learned is that no matter what, the girls in other sororities are bitches.

Without exception.

Sky Phoenix House is made up of a bunch of airheads, floozy cheerleaders that support Camelot University’s lackluster sports clubs. They may be loud and annoying to work with, but your new sorority sisters agree they’re harmless compared to the others.

Chrono Phoenix House is full of stuffy academics and goody-two-shoes. They’re sticklers for rules. Snitches, more like. The less you have to deal with nerds and zealots, the better.

Celestial Phoenix House has the fewest members and the most extravagant house. They’re the daughters of nobles from all over Prillia, and from what you’ve heard, they’re a bunch of stuck-up bitches only at the University to make connections.

Worst of all is Aversion Phoenix house. That’s where the uggos go. The skinny thralls, the freakish wights, the reviled gobbos, and everybody else willing to hang around them. Not too different from the gloomy dorks at the Skull Dragon frat, so whatever.

Even if the Life Phoenix sorority is full of a bunch of girls who secretly hate each other, any grudge between ‘sisters’ is secondary to the rivalry between houses. It’s a cute way of managing things.

You took advantage of these divisions between allies so that you were able to become the Sky Phoenix Executive Manager of Greenhouse Maintenance.

The florist.

The last florist, Rosebush, was a cute little redheaded elf with a real green thumb. You’ve convinced her that her passion lies in cleaning. And that she should wear a maid outfit. The other sorority sisters were pleasantly surprised by her new can-do attitude. Now the house is clean enough for you to live in.

As tempting as it was to turn Rosebush into a carpet-munching slut, you’ve allowed her to keep cleaning normal carpets. You’ve been working on a few of the bigger fish at the moment.

Since you have free access to the greenhouse, you’ve made it a sort of oasis for the other girls to visit. You always have a few cups of tea and a table in the garden for the girls to come to you and vent. In a few short weeks, you’ve become a shoulder to cry on between classes.

It’s also a nice and secluded place to fuck each other to top off on DESIRE. You’re watching Ash and Yucca make out by the banana tree as Hazel eats you out. Hazel looks at you with worshipping eyes and you pat her on the head.

“Good girl.”

She redoubles her efforts, her tongue reaching all the way up to tickle your insides. You bite your lip and stifle a moan.

This is the life.

A silent alarm goes off in your head. Someone is approaching the greenhouse. By Quinn, those classes you’re taking are useful. You snap your fingers and your sisters separate from each other and clothe themselves. Except you, Hazel pulls up your pants for you.

Prudence the prissy president barges through the doors and stops short when she sees Daffodil, Ash, and Yucca moving pots of saplings from one side of the greenhouse to the other. She gives you a pointed look and then to your sisters.

“Alright girls, you’ve done enough for today.” You clap and they scamper off. “Your help is always appreciated!”

Prudence grabs a chair and you pull out the teapot. She groans in the way that only someone without any real problems does and puts her head in her hands.

“I swear, Monday…Andromeda is trying to kill me. She’s offered to decorate the quarterly exam party with baby-blue streamers and chiffon. Can you believe it? Chiffon!?”

The exams aren’t for another month, and she’s already planning a get-together.

“Not at all.” Your back is turned to her as you stick your finger in your mouth. You mix the potent aphrodisiac into the tea. “Then again, not everyone can have as distinguished a palette as you, Prudence.”

You say her name wistfully, as if she is the only one that matters. She smiles wryly and sits up straighter when you bring her the tea. On and on the conversation goes, you take the opportunity to stare at her chest when she drinks her tea. And you tell her what she wants to hear.

Mortals are so easy.

Once you wrap them around your finger, you can change them how you see fit. Their actions, their thoughts, their bodies…when it comes down to it, they’re dolls for you. And you want two very special dolls.

Prudence and Andromeda.

Their little spats are cute. You want to see them fight over the right to service you.

Prudence finishes the last of her tea and fans herself with her hand. Sweat drips down her flat chest and she dabs her face with a napkin. The cumulative aphrodisiac is taking effect. A neat thing, your demonic fluids; they make people more susceptible to your magic.

“Dear me, it’s dreadfully hot in here.”

“Like a sauna.” You agree and sit up, meeting her eyes. “Which is good, your shoulders look sore.”

“You’re right.” Prudence winces and feels her back. “It must have been all the work I’ve done today.”

“You look like you need a massage.”

“What a wonderful idea, dearie! I should go to the spa.”

“Why don’t you let me try.” You push the hypnotism again. You’re trying to be subtle about this.

She turns her back to you and you give her some basic back chopping and muscle massage.

“You’re tense.” You conclude. “I’ll need to see bare skin for me to work my magic. You should take off your shirt so I can massage you.”

“I don’t see why not.” Prudence takes off her shirts. You see her pristine, ivory-white back and imagine her huge knockers. For now, it’s just your imagination. Lots of changes need to happen.

Prudence lays down on the nearby bench and coos as your hands dig into her flesh. You subtly work some of the basic body shaping magic you’ve learned so she can support her changes better. Stronger back muscles are necessary. You’ve worked out a few knots and you pause.

“My, my, you are such a virtuoso!” Prudence sighs.

“Maybe.” You remain humble. “I think we need to work lower. Let’s take off your pants. We’ll work that stress out of your legs.”

You pull out some oil. Mixed with some of your femcum, of course. Prudence has already taken off her pants. You work from her ankles, up her legs, along her juicy thighs, around her thick hips, and on her perfectly supple rear.

She won’t need a lot of work there. Just some minor muscle enhancement.

Licking your lips, you knead and rub her glistening legs, fingers dancing closer between her legs with every round. Don’t go too far; you’ll be tipping over the dominos too early. Keep massaging her wonderfully wet ass, squeezing it and relishing every pleasured gasp your president lets out.

By the time you’re finished with her butt, she’s squirming. Her DESIRE is brimming just under the surface. Waiting to come out. You don’t think she’s ready yet. It’s a slow simmer to make her the ideal doll.

“My goodness…” She whines. “Your handiwork is near divine! My word, I’ve never felt so…energized!”

Good dolls spend less time talking about nothing.

“Prudence, I think your problem is you spend too much time thinking. You don’t need to be smart around me. Try letting go of your thoughts. Let go and enjoy the good feelings. Enjoy being…simple.”

“Mmh, you’re right dearie.”

“Now flip over so I can deal with your chest pain. You look like you have chest pain, by the way.”

She flips over obediently, and you’re treated to a marvelous sight. Two gloriously large innie nipples. Just waiting to be the capstone on the perfect pair of tits. You massage them with the oil, watching in delight as Prudence squirms some more under your grasp. And slowly, ever so slowly, you increase her bust size by half a cup.

You’re tempted to go further. Kiss her right there and increase the size of her boobs until she looks like a slutty doll. Drop her IQ until all she wants to do is suck at whatever’s in front of her. Even if it’s Andromeda.

But you don’t. You finish up and help her sit back up. She dresses herself as you absorb the tiniest amounts of rich DESIRE that leaked through the weakening chastity spell.

“You should forget everything that happened after the first back massage until I mention your shoulders look sore.” You leave a trigger in her mind and she blinks a few times. “You must feel great.”

Prudence brightens and stretches.

“I really do dearie!”

She leaves you with a smile. What a beautiful girl.

A shame she’s wasting so much of her potential.

If it weren’t for you and your demonic little sisters, these girls would have gotten into so many dumb fights with each other. Arguing about who does the dishes, who does the laundry, what food to eat…

What they need is someone to guide them, mold them into the best versions of themselves. All they would need to do is allow themselves to become cock-starved sluts, sharing each other’s bodies. They’d be so happy if they allowed their betters to use them.

Just thinking about how you’re going to make all of them into perfect pleasure toys makes your pussy ache in anticipation.

Gosh, now you’re horny again. You’re getting so tired of DESIRE from other demons…you need something fresh. Sensing your DESIRE, Yucca, Daffodil, and Ash peek their heads back into the greenhouse. Those poor girls are craving cock just as much as you.

It’s too soon for that. You need all the pieces to be in your sphere of influence. For now, that means no guys. Still, you can’t have your youngers going hungry.

“Girls, I think it’s time we uncork our first meal here.” You telepathically send them an image of a cute, redheaded maid.

Rosebush. The three of you have been cultivating the elf for a while now. Dosing her meals with your fluids and other aphrodisiacs you’ve been growing, letting her DESIRE reach the highest it can without breaking the ECS.

“Yes!” Hazel pumps her fist.

“Yummy!” Yucca rubs her hands.

“Cool.” Ash nods. “I still have loads of daddy’s cum, you can enjoy her while I keep the greenhouse clear.”

You set your jaw. Ash brought some additional rations for herself and refused to share. The father-con hasn’t really been a team player, and you have a few guesses why. She was willing to be separated from Nectar and take this mission for a chance to work under her idol, Wednesday.

Whatever. Someone needs to keep the other girls out of the riskier sections of the greenhouse.

With a dash of your finger, you motion for Yucca and Hazel to follow you into the house. The house is massive enough to fit all fifty-six girls, and there’s always something going on. You pass through the hallways and the girls give you a wide berth and wider smiles.

Since you came here, there have been less arguments and a better sense of community. It doesn’t matter if they prefer Andromeda or Prudence. You’re a comforting presence and everyone likes you.

As they should.

Entering the kitchen, Yucca and Hazel stay outside to make sure nobody else comes in. Rosebush is happily baking a tray of cookies, bending down in front of the oven to watch them. You had the youngers slowly hem the skirt shorter every day, so the maid dress that once reached down to her ankles is now up to her knees.

The best part of her new maid dress? You’ve been modifying her body faster than the others, and the dress served as a great way to disguise the knockout figure underneath all those layers. She went from an elf girl with a slender body to a curvy bombshell.

“Oh, Monday!” She unconsciously bows her head. “Good to see you! Are you here to try these cookies?”

She holds up the tray of animal cookies. You’re here for a different kind of cookie.

“I am feeling peckish…but Rosebush, how are you? You’ve been working yourself to the bone!” Once you say the trigger word, she relaxes slightly as her eyes fade somewhat. You put the hot tray on the table behind you and feel her up.

She’s so hypnotized, she doesn’t react at all when your hands slide down from her shoulders to grope her boobs. She smiles serenely, even when you squeeze and mash her fat tits together. To her, you might as well be barely rubbing her shoulders. Though her DESIRE twists and rears up expectantly.

“A good maid takes care of the wants and needs of the house.” Rosebush’s cheeks slowly redden. “I’m not—ah~! Oh, I guess I’m a little bit tired. D-do you mind giving me one of your massages?”

Weeks of teasing, massaging, and modifying Rosebush has kept a climax steadily building inside her. And today, you’re going to release it all at once.

You have her clear the dishes from the large table in the middle of the kitchen and lay face-down on it.

You peel back her top, fingers digging into her back muscles to work out the soreness. Her soft breaths of relief shift into hums of pleasure as you work your way down. You massage every inch of Rosebush, taking piece after piece off her maid uniform until she’s completely naked. Her blush is nearly a deep a red as her pixie-cut hair, her mountainous tits heaving against the table.

“This is normal.” You whisper, letting your breath tickle her sensitive ears. “This is just a friendly massage.”

“W-wow, Monday! This is the best massage you’ve ever given m-me!” Rosebush stammers through your edging.

“Of course, Rosie! I take special care of you.” You rub her perfect ass and smirk. “You did such a fine job taking care of the garden until I came along. I’m only returning the favor.”

Her DESIRE is so close to breaking the ECS…you want to see her face when it happens. You have her turn over, her empty eyes staring at you expectantly.

“I don’t know what I ever saw in mucking around in dirt. I love taking care of others!”

You’re looking at her gorgeous breasts, capped with cherry-red nipples. You’ve done good work on them, growing them from a washboard to a hearty pair of E cups. And her pussy, formerly a tight slit, has engorged into a drooling whore’s cunny. All that needs to happen to complete her transformation from a demure gardener into a cum-guzzling slut is a change in mindset.

Unfortunately, you can’t do that yet.

There’s still the next best thing. You smile at her and mash her breasts some more, channeling your magic into her tits so that they change a little bit more. Her eyelids flutter as her chest grows a little bit more, her stuttered gasps slowly turning into moans.

Until…

“A-a-ah~!” Brushing so close to ecstasy causes her dark red nipples to squirt out a little bit of milk. “O-oh gosh! It looks like I spilled something…”

Well done. You’ve managed to turn your maid into a milkmaid. Now you and your sisters will be able to easily recover rations. Best of all, the hypnotism is still working well. Now to finish her off.

“It’s okay, Rosie. Your chest muscles are nice and relaxed now. I’ll work on your legs and finish up.”

Your hands slide down her sides until they meet just above her pubic mound. She takes deeper and deeper breaths, stuttering and squirming as you massage circles closer and closer to her pussy. Her DESIRE mounts until she’s at the apex, her eyes rolled back and mouth agape in confusion and pleasure.

You aim her properly and push the last change onto her, bringing your fingers together to pinch her clit. The dam breaks. The ECS collapses under her lust and you stifle a giggle as her body contorts in joy.

She arches back in a silent scream, her trembling hips bucking up as she sprays her pussy juice everywhere. She cums again, and again, and again, your nimble fingers bringing her to climax as her femcum douses her and half the kitchen.

Including the cookies. The final modification was for her to produce vastly more fluid when she cums. Now your cow is ready for production.

Once she settles down and catches her breath, she blubbers out an apology.

“Oh m-m-my gosh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what—”

“It’s okay, Rosie. I mean, the other girls would eviscerate you if they learn that you had an…accident.” She blushes when you imply that she pissed herself. “But I know that it happens sometimes during a massage, so I’ll keep it a secret. You should keep what happened during your massage secret, too.”

“Oh, okay…thanks, Monday. You’re so kind…”

You rub her head comfortingly.

“Thankfully, the cookies weren’t affected. I’ll take them to share with the others and get someone to help you clean up.” You take the tray of cookies sprinkled with Rosebush’s love juices and go for the door. Before you leave, you turn around and wink. “If you’re going to have another mishap, you should come see me first. Then Yucca or Daffodil. If you can’t find us, find Ash.”

The hypnotism layers on her malleable mind easily, and the embarrassment fades as her eyes go blank. She nods with a vapid stare, her pussy twitching eagerly.

You point to the two youngers waiting in the hall and motion for them to have fun. You turn the corner as they play rock-paper-scissors to see who will ‘help’ the maid first. Your cute little sisters will be so happy with her.

“Oh, excuse me!” Andromeda almost runs into you. “Hey, cookies!”

She lights up and grabs a cookie. Without asking.

That will be corrected in time.

“Rosebush made them.” You hold the cookies up, inhaling the scent of Rosebush’s juices.

“They taste amazing!” Andromeda grabs another and you have to keep your eyes from narrowing in annoyance. “What does she put in them?”

“Plenty of love.” You giggle innocently.

Now that you and your youngers have a good source of DESIRE, you don't need to ration out your energy as much. There's going to be a lot of changes around here.