#taintedpompomlore

here, eat this cake that totally wont turn your excess thighmeat into twin cocks and assmeat into balls!

That was suspicious wording... Rose certainly wouldnt want to be some hyper hung super stud... Being gawked and drooled over by every slut on campus.

Which was, naturally, every woman on campus. Not even the most so called studious woman could resist her. She wouldn't be able to sit down without every woman carefully listening to her gonad's gurgle, her sexual satisfaction the highest priority of every womb on campus. The merest heartbeat, when echoed to her towering lengths, forced into the most overt and carnal of flirtations. Not even Kanaya would be able to resist her...

That sounded awful! Rose would hate that!

But... they did say that WOULDN'T happen, they promised. And it'd be rude to turn down a gift... was there even any choice to resist here? Rose bit into the cake, the gooey, oh so moist cake. It dissolved into her mouth, and hardly the best flavor, almost like a savory sludge... So Rose ate quickly, her mouth bulging as she gulped every bite all at once.

And so, it hit her all at once.

Rose spread her legs, her thighs burning, her butt churning, as they swelled, twitched, throbbed. Beneath her tight thighs her legs pulsed, seeming to bulge larger and larger as Rose's screams went louder and the pressure got bigger and bigger. Rose needed to pop, Rose needed release, Rose needed, she needed...

To cum! Like the shell of a egg Rose's pants cracked, two fat cocks bursting free and flopping onto her desk, each one a third leg on their own right. Thicker then her head, longer then her arm, each one happily spraying a bucket worth of inagural baby batter. Rose slumped forward, still cumming, as heavy boulder sized balls slapped against the back of her shins, enormous, person sized people factories that barely hanged above the floor.

Rose was enormous, bigger then enormous, her sexy supercock was instead two fat constant cumming artillery cannons. A pair utterly unsuited for any woman not determined to have her mind and body irrevocably warped around a torso sized super shaft. They were things of worship, something that could only be embraced and satisfied by a personal throng of worshippers.

For each shaft.

Meenah sat at her officer leaning back in a chair that kight as well have been a coach for all its plushness. Her lips curled in a grin as she lazily pumped her fist across her shaft, her other hand holding open the lastest edition of Conqueror Uncovered. It was a raunchy rag of a zine, celebirty interviews and pulp stories pieced between pinups of the hottest model empowered enough to go topless next to a tell all about their secret fetish for massive futa cock.

It wasn't barely porn, it WAS porn, stubbornly clinging to print media like that added a touch of respectability to the zine. It was bullshit and Meenah should know, she owned the damn paper. Still Conquerors Uncovered had good articles, and a better photographer. The magazine suited the school's purpose of expanding their own influence, and more importantly it suited Meenah's own purpose of enjoying her evening.

That was until the door to her room burst open.

"Coach I demand-" Rose begain stomping over to the woman before staring at the large semierect member in Meenah's hand.

The coach snarled, tossing her magazine on the desk. "I was busy, ever hear of knocking?" She stood up, her cock slapping against her knee as she loomed over the growing gal. "And you don't call me coach anymore Rose, you don't even call me my name, you lost your little gamble. So if ya gonna make demands, who do you ask again?"

Rose gulped, her eyes darting to the cock that dangled past her sight, its head hidden beneath the desk. "D-daddy?"

Daddy Peixes smiled and Rose felt her nerves ease up, she wasn't sure what she was so flustered about anyway, sure Daddy might be out of uniform but its normal for a teacher to lounge about in their office. Her eyes glazed over Meenah's shaft, forgetting the elephant was in the room and focusing instead on the coach's words. "So then Rose, what is it you were demanding again?"

Rose squared her shoulders and looked the coach dead in the eye. "I quit."

Meenah stared back. "I'll miss you."

Rose blinked, then blinked again. "That's all? I remember you were quite insistent last month." Her hands pressed against her hip in sympathy to a forgotten memory, yes Meenah was VERY insistent that day. "No debate, no carrot or stick? I win?"

Meenah shook her head. "We'll you know, I wanted you to give it a try, and you've been trying for a while now, but hey, some people can handle it it and you clearly couldn't. Its nothing to be ashamed about, lots of people can't handle the pressure."

Rose pouted, leaning forward on the desk, her rear jutting behind her from the gesture. "This isn't about aptitude, its about interest. I can HANDLE anything."

Meenah shrugged. "Except this Rose, shame too, thought you were gonna be the star. You know, considering your legacy and all."

Rose's brow furrowed. "My legacy?"

Meenah grinned, leaning forward. "Oh? You didn't know? Your mom, Roxy-"

"Her names Roxanne." Rose said shaking her head.

"The fuck I tell you about interrupting me. So as I was saying, ROXY went to this school. Nah, that's bull, she RAN this school. Entered on a sports scholarship and gradutated Valedictorian, almost got us to Nationals too." Lies of course, all lies, but they were working.

Rose, took the bait hook and sinker. "My mother never mentioned this school..." She muttered, looking away from Meenah, who had taken to sauntering around her domain, her cock keeping a metronome with each step.

"Of course she didn't, last thing a mom wants is to pressure their babygirl, but its all true." Meenah tapped a large golden trophy in the center of her trophy case, the third case specifically she had a lot of awards. "This beaut was won by your Mother's old team by the international Cheerleader Idol competition." Actually Meenah won it, and she got it by beating 3 men in Memphis at a PPV, but Rose wasn't going to look away from her cock long enough to read that.

Rose swayed with each step, letting the words sink in. "So my mom..."

"Was the best cheerleader this school ever had." The coach said with a sigh. "Though I was hoping you were gonna kick her from the throne. But as I said, it appears beyond you."

Rose sneered. "You think I am going to dictate my life span simply to surpass my mother? Really, do I appear so oedepial?" She smirk sitting on Meenah's desk. "I see through your games."

"Oh?" Meenah stepped closer to Rose, who grinned. "You too clever for me?" Meenah stepped again, her cock closing the remaining distance as it swelled.

Rose chuckled. "I know it." Bright pink lips curled into a smile as she grabbed Meenahs shaft, her eyeshadow sparkling like the eyes below them, all with the same glint of mischief. "You are trying to make a dichotomy between me being better then my mother, and being a individual." Nailed hands lifted the throbbing beast to Rose's lips, though instead Rose kept petting the beast, only lapping away what droplets of pre oozed freely.

Meenah gave a small sigh of contentment as Rose nuzzled her shaft. "And I am right ain't I? You either rebel against your parents or a beat em. Leather jackets or gold medals Rose."

Rose tittered. "Oh contraire my sweet studdaddy... All it takes is good moves and good grades to beat my Mother, it doesn't say anything about behavior. I can be a bigger deal them my mother and still be a bad girl." Rose's eyes crinkled with hidden laughter. "Do you want me to show you?"

A few minutes later, well 45 to be exact, Rose was happily walking happy at a debate hard won, now her tutoring hours were only a hour longer and her credits doubled. Those points will certainly help her get her own unique uniform for her own unique form of domination, AND she got to buy a leather jacket. Rose was beaming, and she didnt even notice her body was somehow even cleaner then it was when she walked in.

Meenah however finally had her peace. She leaned back in her chair, smirking. It was a hard debate to be sure, but now that Rose was back in line she earned her quality time. It was a good thing the Coach was so quick witted, Rose easily bought that lie about her mother.

There was a crash sound as Meenah's trophy case shattered, her large Memphis trophy crashing in the ground admist a pile of broken glass. Meenah's eyes trailed upward to the much fancier pink trophy that now sat where her trophy did. Emblazoned in glittering gold it announced itself as the 1995 International Cheerleader Idol awards.

Meenah frowned, this school wasn't even arond in 1995, the Headmistress only moved in round 2012... right?

A premonition coaxed Meenah to grab her copy of Conqueror Illustrated, flipping straight to the cover. Emblazoned on it was the largest pair of tits Meenah had ever seen, not by mass but by presence, the low angle, the water dripping onto the camera lense, it gripped you and begged to be gripped. And above, almost hidden from view, was a familliar smirk, identical save for the mole beneath her lower lip. But, considering the glittering blonde hair, and the mischief in those lilac eyes, Meenah already could guess who it was before she looked at the articles title.

"The mother the World loved: Roxy Lalonde tells all about Cheerleading, the Boise Bad Boys, and being the single mother with a thousand lovers." The font was bold and white, shameless in its proclamation, and its defiance of reality.

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"Mom I told you its fine." Rose moaned into the phone. She squrims on the kitchen highstool, feeling a bit... confined? With a sigh, Rose drags another stool over sighing in relief as she nestles herself between both seats. That felt right.

"But sweetie." Roxanne, her mother, muttered on the other end of the wire. Miles away, the doughy woman pouted, wrinkles crisscorssing her face. She had Rose when she was quite old, and frankly Rose was suprised she was had at all considering how low the woman's sex drive was. Even when Rose was (is?) a diehard rebel punk, her mother always chided her that her long blue jeans were torn maybe a bit TOO risqué? Honestly Rose wished her mother would loosen up. She always seemed so repressed, so... scared of the world.

And, Rose reminded herself, it was all a act. Meenah showed her those pictures, told her of her mothers secret past. She wasn't some old computer scientist still clattering away at assembly language. Well, actually Rose supposed she could still be doing that it's not like she understood computers that well. However she was ALSO some legendary cheerleader superstar. Or WAS, at least.

"I just think... aren't you going a bit TOO native?" Roxanne, who rarely listened to Rose's words much less her internal dialogue, was simply barreling through her sentence regardless of whatever revalations her dear daughter was trying to have. "I mean... what about Kanaya? You barely talk about her."

Rose bit her lip, both in frustration at her mother, and frustration at her self because now she was thinking about Kanaya. Darling, stacked, Kanaya. God, how did sex even get legs so long. Rose wasn't even sure HOW to talk to her, not without pushing her down the floor and pushing those fat fucklips of hers into her-

"And cheerleading?" Roxanne, who rarely listened to her Rose's words much less her internal dialogue, was simply barrelling through a perfectly good dream of Rose's and killing what Rose knew was going to be one of the better sonnets the muse ever foisted on her. Well a sonnet after some practical application of her fat, jiggling words to the muse's thick, bouncing inspriation. "Rose-"

Rose, who rarely listened to her mother's words on the best of times either, decided to barrel through her own sentence for once. "Oh what ABOUT cheerleading huh? Does the champion worry about me taking her place?"

"Rose Lacroix Lalonde!" Her mother gasped in shock. "What are you saying?"

"Don't play cute." Rose spat back, her rage manifesting from thin air at the thrill of a potential win. What mildly upset her before infuriated her, with the idea that her mother would try to trick her. To play HER for a fool. "You act like cheerleading is this lewd, dirty thing, but you've been doing it for years. You won RECORDS. You had movies.

"Ro, Rosie darling please believe me." Roxanne stammered, hurt in her voice. "I didn't"

There was a shift suddenly, a twist in the world as, whatever fantasy Meenah spun around Rose plunged through the phone lines, her lies twisting through cables and echoing in Roxannes ear, settling in her brain, her body, her past. It was slow, a gradual incursion that was stained in every post card sent, every text exchanged, every whispered word. Throughout the weeks, months it seemed, that Rose was away a silent pit of need bubbled away inside Roxanne, smaller then her daughters but no less intense, just waiting for a seed to sprout. And, when Rose shouted that false secret Meenah made up, that seed found fertile soil to sprout.

And, in a instant, it did that.

"I didn't mean to trick you dear." Roxanne purred through the phone, wrinkles smoothing away as the woman's voice went from hurt shock to sheepish grin. "I just wanted you to see your own talent. You always hated practice you know. You thought it was all nepotism."

Rose hushed, blinking in confusion. Practice? For what? Those violin classes, what did those suddenly she remembered, years of tantrums and bargaining as she was dragged to watch, and participate in her teacher's practice. All those runs, all those ballet classes. Of COURSE she knew her mom wasn't a cheerleader, who DIDN'T. What Rose didn't know was which school Roxanne got her big start in. "Mooom." She moaned, a large rattling sound on the other end as her Moms bosom probably flopped on a table, her mom knew she hated that. "It WAS nepotism, I didn't NEED your stupid trainers to cheerlead."

"Aw but babydoll..." Roxanne, Roxy, giggled, and a second giggle echoed off the phone, likely one of Roxy's old cheer partners who was visiting for one of their many reminisces. "Mommy's want what's best for their daugthers. Sure my little superstar could've made it without the gymnasium I bought you, or Joey's help... but then what could you thank me for in your little victory speech? Early adoption is key to these things." Ugh, Mom knew she loved it when she went all machevelli, she wasn't playing fair. "As for the secret, well, i had no choice!" Roxy giggled. "You wouldn't have gone to Sassys if you knew my trophy was on the wall. You always made ME play the princess you know. But Sassacare's is the best thing that ever happened to me. To US. I couldn't have you jepordize your future."

Rose sighed. Of course Mother was going to win. Mommy always won. Mommy knew best. It rankled at her. "So this was all some plot to trick me into following your footsteps. Well you won, happy?"

Mommy gave a muffled gasp. "Oh! Sorry dear I, um, started my aerobics class! Rest assured dear I am very, mmf, happy! Give Kanaya a kiss for me!"

The line went dead, letting Rose stew in her defeat, and Roxy, the biggest name in bounce, to fully pay attention to her cheerpartners face between her thighs. "Oh you horrible woman!" Roxy slapped Joey's face, the two laughing. "You almost got us caught."

Rose pouted on the other end, her face red with humiliation. She got tricked! To think all those teases from the Thorns calling her Daddy's princess weren't just mean boasts. It was true! Her mom was Queen of the school. Well fine then.

Roses belt buckle popped open as pounds popped into place on Rose's hips, her shirt riding up as the black shirt swapped colors with the pink skull emblazoned on it. Rose bit her lip, her thick, beautiful, princess lips. As Rose unknowingly rewired her mom's history, the present started to catch up. Not only in shaving Roxanne's own life down, cutting the 55 year old programmer down to a 43 year old celebrity with the biggest rack on television, but in Rose's own history. After all Rose was now the daughter of the hottest woman in the world (According to numerous online polls submitted one handed), and she always did resemble her mother. Rose didn't even notice her gait shifting, or the furniture growing heavier as a third chair slipped behind her. She was too busy being upset at her slut of a mom. A mom who, unknown to Rose, was only getting sluttier and sluttier with each phone call and fantasy Rose spun around the two. It was a vicious cycle.

One that was going to take Rose all the way to the top.

"Is that your girl?" Colonel Redglare said, adjusting her ruby glasses as she watched the gothic couple huddle past the flowery fields of the courtyard. Up in the seventh floor of the hall was the perfect place to overlook all the new students dimly making their way to their first days in the school, gawking at the prestigious upperclassmen, whispering nervously to each other.... It was tradition to watch over their first days, appreciate the new futures the school now were wards over... And last minute bickering of course. The military woman stared at the scowling goth glaring at the very window she was staring at her in. "She's cute."

"Course she's fucking cute." Meenah said, too distracted with one of the seniors sitting on her lap to watch the freshman. "She's a Shape girl isn't she." She grinned, lifting the chin of a buxom pigtailed tart Redglare assumed was in Cheerleading. Redglare didnt bother to remember all the names of Meenah's girls, she doubted Meenah did either. "Just like you."

The cheerleader swooned, draping herself against the coaches muscular body. Redglare tapped her cane on the floor. Coughing with irritation.

"Miss Meenah Peixes, I understand your profession warrants a certain... physical appreciation, but must you slake your thirsts in the middle of our CONFIDENTIAL Meetings?"

"What?" Meenah kissed her prey. "She won't talk, will you... Mary?"

Mary, who's name was Chasity up until 20 seconds ago, nodded eagerly, grabbing Meenah's head before diving in for a deeper kiss. Chasity was a stupid name anyway, Mary thought as her tongue dueled the Coach's, and lost of course.

Mary quivered in Meenah's arms, feeling a lump in Meenah's sweat pants fill and fatten. The bulge pressed against her hips and she ground herself against it, her body heating in anticipation for the inevitable. To be pierced, to be split, to be broken like a wave upon the rocks of her goddess. Mary came soley in anticipation and she heard Meenahs snickers down her throat at her shameless behavior.

So she came again. After all, it pleased her Coach. She wanted to please her coach. Thats why she was here. Thats why she was born.

A polite cough cut through the squealing. "Really dear I understand your excitement," Mrs Egbert said, the wheel chair boundhome ec teacher said smiling warmly. "But please, manners."

Meenah let go of Mary and she slumped over her mountain, the senior silent except a few shuddering tremors as she swelled and dreamed, her panties drenched with the odd orgasm from her fantasies. Mrs. Egbert nodded, "Thank you darling." The Home ec teacher smiled, leaning back into her wheelchair.

Redglare scoffed, "Now that Miss Peixes has had her fun." The woman stiffly ignored the naked, throbbing, thoroughly unsatisfied cock jutting from Meenah's crotch. Next too Meenah, Mary moaned, her hips rolling in unconscious jerks that were mirrored by each twitch of Meenah's shaft. Bounce and bob, twitch and throb, Redglare clicked her tongue, how brutish, Meenah barely touched her and now could barely resist finishing her.

Honestly, Redglare's cock stiffened, tenting her own skirt, Meenah was hardly presenting the proper image of a teacher. And what was worse was how rewarded she was for it... granted she wasn't OFFICIALLY being rewarded, or even unofficially. In fact last she recalled the Headmistresses last confiscated Meenah's precious car collection, the Coach being forced to pedal to work on a bicycle for the last 2 months.

The issue was that Meenah kept DOING it... and her students! Apparrently rearranging the insides of their well reared slut-to-bes was its own reward, a ride far more valuable then any 4 wheeler. And she flaunted it, honestly it made her head ache... both of them!

Though speaking of the students. "Now that Miss Peixes had her FUN." Redglare repeated, as if she could order the celeb-stud's libido into submission. "We have curriculums to draft out. Including your future junior trying to burn a hole into my window."

There was a cough from the corner, several books shutting closed as Mindglare looked up from her reading material. "Yes about that. Meenah interrupted my protests last meeting, is she REALLY cheerleader material. She wants to be a psychologist and a guitarist. Both of these things are MY curriculum."

Meenah scoffed. "Since when have we ever let the students decide their OWN curriculums. Who cares what Rose wants, we want for them. They don't have a future anymore Aranea, you took care of that when they signed up." Meenah pulled off her sunglasses, placing them on Mary's head, gently. "What you forgot your own score."

Mindfang huffed, adjusting her glasses with one hand as two more arms crossed themselves. "Well if we are just advocating selfishness now, I want her, and its a good deal easier for me to be happy then you are. You take the choosiest girls every year and then flaunt them in front of us. I want this one."

Meenah grabbed the table, preparing to lift herself up. "Gurl, MY job is to train the choosiest ones, I ain't hoarding shit. Sports are where the shine is, people dont show up to art expos, they dont show up to science fairs, and I ain't saying that shit aint important, but they dont show up to them. They show up to watch hot people perform to the peak of their ability, and they show up for the pros, and the would be pros. And this school does its best work in the spotlight, so they give me all the showmodels. I ain't saying the nerds and prudes and actresses ain't shit, but it ain't fast like my shit. If the top gals were your bitches I'd still be fuckin em, and I wouldn't care a lick about having ta wait till afterschool for it. But Rose is different, that one is mine. Not just my territory, not my next fuck, just mine. " Meenah flashed her teeth. "I'd trade any one of my girls for her."

Mindfang leaned back, crossing her arms. "Feferi."

The other teachers, Redglare excluded of course, glanced at each other nervously. Feferi was Meenah's own daughter, the eldest no less, and while there was no RULE about messing with each others family... the stakes were too high for anyone to roll those dice. Anyone it seemed, except Mindfang.

Redglare expeced the hotheaded celebrity coach to splutter, to take it back, even to hit Mindfang. Instead Meenah... shrugged? Dismissed without narey a tremor, just a few pleasent jiggles from the motion, and even that was entirely located in Meenah's softer, friendlier parts of her anatomy... well if such a beastly cock could be called friendly. "Done, my sis never really had much of a killer instinct anyway, she'd probably prefer your classes." Meenah sighed. "We done?"

Redglare sighed, leaning against the wall, staring at Rose through the window, the future student moaning in despair at the class list she was assigned. It was heavy, even for the school, and a masterclass of human resources. Not only her curriculum, but the students within the classes, the location of her dorm, and especially her club activities, all were planned out. It was meticulous, even for Meenah. "You must have big things planned for her." Redglare said, glancing at the woman out the window.

Meenah smiled. "Redglare, by the time she graduates, she's going to be bigger then all of us." She smirked, pulling Mary back onto her lap. "Now then, next on the schedule."

Redglare sighed. "We have the opening ceremony in a week to induct the freshmen into school."

Mindglare flipped a page of her second book. "We can always enter the auditorium skirtless. Start the semester with a bang, then bury it in enough noise they won't know what they are yearning for. It won't give much time for anything high minded, but it'll speed the work along."

"And the sex is just a bonus isn't it." Meenah said leering at Mindfang who nodded as if the coach was actually asking.

"A nice bonus to be sure." Mindfang said. "I have, students I want to more personally know before things start off."

Rose stared up at the iron wrought gates, fingering a jade pendent dangling from her neck. The schools fence loomed, heavy and made of twisted metal. Rumors claim that Sassacre's Hallowed Academy for Potential Expansion (Or "Shape") was built out of a closed prison way back in the day. Granted, Rose checked and such allegations were merely jealous slander... however the campus had a imposing stature that made the student second guess her own research.

Sure the school seemed friendly enough, a large fountain streatched accross the court gardens, the water a frothy white as it sprayed out of a jug of a angel. The dorms sat across each side of the courtyard, long brick buildings with large ornate windows, ensuring that, wherever Rose looked, her new home was in view... It was simply coincidence that, between them as she was, the buildings had a shape that veered a bit too close to a pair of jaws for her tastes... or maybe simply legs.

Rose squeezed Kanaya's hand for emotional support... well KANAYA's emotional support mostly, this WAS Rose's idea after all. This school was miles away from home, up in the mountains hours drive away from the airport. Sassacre was considered the proto ivy league, spitting out celebrities and genius's with a almost spotless track record. The fact that her web novel got her a scholarship here was too good to be true. In fact her mother said as much... And so she simply HAD to apply.

Kanaya darling, was a little more hesitant, SHE liked her mother (And Rose's mother as well), and was more then happy staying home in the big city. It was just... Rose never did anything without Kanaya by her side before, it didn't feel right to split up. It was them against the world, not HER against the world.

Rose looked up, staring at the clock tower looming above the school, jutting against the sky like it was liable to pierce it. She shivered in her leather jacket, the cold air a little too unseasonable for her torn jeans. Fashion was a statement, and Rose's statement said she didn't back down to peer pressure, society, or the elements. Goth and cozy didn't mix, no matter how brisk it was.

Rose stared at the tower, scowling at the tinted windows, unaware that she was being stared back at.

Eventually she pulled herself away from the window, walking past the cheery trees into a crowded doorway. Next to it was a bulletin board listing all the classes. Rose and Kanaya shared most of them... same English class, Rose had creative writing when Kanaya had Domestic Arts, and Family Sciences, and... Home Economics?

Rose gave Kanaya a dubious glance. Kanaya was great... but a mother? Rose tried to imagine Kanaya in such a duties, pulling a turkey from a oven like a 50s housewife, folding laundry, cradling a child...

Hmm.... Rose lingered on that thought for a moment, and then dismissed it. Roses glance, lingered into a look, teetering on a stare. It was clearly a fantasy, Kanaya was a atrocious cook, and just because she looked nice in a apron didn't mean she knew how to use one... granted Rose supposed that was what school WAS for wasn't it... to learn? Maybe the school saw something she... hmm. Rose frowned, noticing that Kanaya wasn't frowning at her own classes... but Rose's.

Rose felt a pinpick of nerves, scrolling through the classes. Physical Education, dance, yoga, literature, Naked body- wait no that just said painting... all normal classes! Sure a little... artsy fartsy, Rose always thought, novel or not, shed end up in STEM but no even Kanaya had more math classes then her... granted Rose at least had physics... wait no that was just a different physical education class. Rose blinked. This was... such a normal class layout! What could Kanaya possibly be concerned with.

"Rose Darling." Kanaya said, speaking slowly, gingerly. "I Did Not Presume You Were So... Active."

"Well..." Rose frowned, her black lips pursed in thought. "I... am not lazy? But I am sure it wouldn't hurt to have a few classes to get the blood flowing. I cant imagine sitting on my ass all day."

"...Yes, I Suppose..." Kanaya glanced down at Roses hips, at the studded belt that was too small for Rose to actually tighten around her large lap. "That Would Be Um, Wasteful. But I Think This." Kanaya tapped the glass, Roses eyes trailing down towards Kanya's lilac painted finger... then the words she was pointed at. Huh. Rose didn't even notice she was assigned a sports club.... lets see which one...

Rose gasped, her legs, giving out. Kanaya bend down, catching her petite girlfriend as she swoned.

"Rose Are You Alright?" Kanaya asked, Rose could only moan in response.

"How can I be alright?" Rose whimpered. "I'm a Cheerleader."

Mindfang was queen of her castle. It wasn't true she knew, she was simply stewarding it, and it wasn't a real castle. The Sassacare College of Arts, like many colleges, was a seperate campus from the rest, and of course by teaching the Arts she presided over the entire campus, from the students learning within to the TAs reciting the lessons she engraved into their memories. It was a duty, however it remained a privilege nevertheless. She was allowed free reign of the treasures within, precious treasures to pick apart and reconstruct. She was much more free here, in service, then she was for a long time.

Plus she was actually being helpful, which was a novel sweetness to the gluttonous buffet. A dash of lemon to cut through the gristle.

She was too perfect to skip, but inside she was dancing, at peace in her little hea-

There was nothing here.

There was Nothing here.

Mrs. Mindfang did not get her skills, or her lifespan by being blind or stupid. She could see things others couldn't especially the unformed cattle of the students. And she knew the meanings of what she saw. A wisp of lost love. A thread of melancholy, and whether that thread was painful or if the tug at their heart was a bitterness to underlay something sweeter. She saw many things.

But a nothing was here. A hole in existence that ended all answers. It walked down the halls in velvet lace and loomed over the students too blind to realize the danger they were in. A eight foot abyss passed by a couple and the fools looked up, like cows too dumb to recognize the butcher's cleaver.

"Oh hi Ms Dolorosa." The woman smiled and the nothings head tilted.

The Nothing passed silently, the students frowning as if they had anything less then the fortune of the heavens to be so dismissed. "Huh, guess she isn't chatty." The student looked down. "Wasn't my tie crooked?"

The nothing only got closer, imperfections vanishing around it, flickering lights suddenly shone, laces reknotted. And all her unseen connects vanished, not severed, not broken, vanished as if swallowed by the Nothing, that Moving Maw that wanted far, far more then this world had to offer.

The world was young, a few billion years of life that was predated by eternities of unexistence. And, inevitably, eternities would follow after. Mindfang was a fool, her castle was far from unassailable, it could fit between the teeth of the old monsters who slumbered waiting for those eternities.

Why, why did they ever think they could afford to wake one of them up? What trifle did existence, that broken thing, even have to slate such endless appetitive? What balm soothed such pain.

It looked at her. It had no face but it LOOKED, and for a moment the nothing was beautiful. Wasn't the world hard, hadn't she squandered so much of her life, all to feel pain, heartbreak? Loneliness? Why did she bother? Not with life but with choices. There was a answer. There was a peace, there was the Nothing.

There was the Governess. a beautiful leash to that perfection. Why did she suffer such a naked neck, such a painful weight of mistake and choices? What succor could be more perfect then the one who took the first wolves and made them dogs.

It was the last choice, it was the only choice.

A part of Mindfang screamed at her to look away but before her mind could wrestle with itself a Intention pressed upon her.

She needed to find Vriska, her mind screamed, distracted from its fancys of submission with a newfound purpose that Mindfang knew to be utterly alien to it. She HAD to find Vriska Serket. If she had Vriska, she would be happy, she would be warm. Where was Vriska Serket.

"Art room." Mindfang stammered out, her survival instinct flaring with relief with such a simple request. "Painting her miniatures." The nothing did not move, it did not flare in jealous anger or calm in relief. It, and the inexorable pain of being, simply remained in place, nonexistent eyes staring through Mindfang as her brain wracked with confusion.

She doesn't know, Mindfang realized with a start. She doesn't know anything about my castle, or me. The Governess, that ancient evil, simply wanted directions.

"Third floor, next to the bathroom." Mindfang said, sweat caking her clothes. And the Nothing turned.

Relief filled every inch of Mindfang's meridians, she was going to live, intact even. She could hug someone. Instead, she hugged the floor. The rapidly approaching floor that was suddenly greeting her.

Mindfang woke upon on the floor. Her castle was safe again, and her lap was... warm?

Mindfang looked down, a dress lay on her lap, a gown of brilliant navy blue, glittering like a bright midnight. It was softer then skin and utterly flawless, a masterpiece that could not be afforded even in the modest imaginations of small gods.

And it was hers now. Because she gave directions.

The womb rattled, milk oozing from its fabric as slowly, it started to rip. The Governess watched, gazing upon the inky blackness that lingered in between the ruined fabric as the egg breaks open. Rose stirs within, reaching out to the light... changed, improved, ready.

The Governess smiles, the creature that was Rose smiles. This will be a halloween to remember.

~~~

Roxy sniffed the hallway, trying to catch a whiff of... something. Truely, the top heavy super sleuth didn't know what she was supposed to find in the odor of the Manor that she was failing to see with her eyes... but well, sleuth had origin in tracking dogs, and she was trying to mantain character.

While Roxy had joined Sassacare's college to investigate her mother's disapperance... all leads have dried up around the iron cane of the beautif- dangerous Colonel Redglare. Every trail ended with her toned body and predatory smile, but it stopped dead there! There was no way to move past that inassaiable wall of self assuredness, even the thought of trying made her knees quiver. Quiver in fear! And thats it.

However, Halloween approached and while she had spare a single button of this Sherlock outfit, the hat had made her feel rather dapper, so she had decided to give another go. Shockingly, it actually worked, the first woman she interrogated didn't even look her in the eye when they cracked, her eyes just drifting downward. Anyway, in exchange for only 3 squeezes of her lap drowning rack, she was told that this manor was actually purchased from her Mother when she joined! That HAD to have clues.

And so far she found... nothing. But a very promising nothing! These walls were covered in masks and lace run round the ceiling. It was very spooky and sinister seeming. Plus everything smelled like... brandy?

Oh maybe there was a speakeasy here! That would mean a secret passage which would mean clues!

Suddenly, there was a click sound as a portrait fell over, revealing a dumbwaiter. In a hallway? How mysterious... Roxy bounced over, sticking her head inside to look at the containts of the compartment... only for the dumbwaiter to suddenly rocket down, and poor top heavy Roxy, who made the mistake of using the convinent shelf as a rest for her heaving tits, fell down with her.

Roxy plopped, suspeciously safely, upon a fine persian rug, the glittering red emblazoned with iron chains. The sleuth blinked, looking up, and up, till she found a door.

The door was heavy stone, carved from granite and marble and featuring a mural depicting something the lighting was too dim to make out... What did show through was the heavy iron bars that sealed the doorway shut, keeping anyone from getting in.

Or out, Roxy realized with a smile, staring up at the rapturous effigy of herself blazoned upon the door. After all, this WAS the cage. Their was a creak above, and Roxy looked up with hope at the glittering yellow jewels staring back.

"Mommy!" Roxy cheered arms aloft as she jumped up, her feat never reaching the floor as she was plucked in place by silken ropes that fell from the ceiling just to hoist her up, up to the glittering beaty that was her mothers gaze.

Glittering rose and jade bands alteranated as Roxy went up, up, up, along a long serpentine neck of jewelry that lined the throat of her mother, the floor vanishing into darkness as the Mother moved closer, the scent of brandy everywhere. A smile of sunlight graced her mothers lips, her mothers head starlight concealled under a hood and mask, so that when her lips parted golden light spilled away. And at the moment her grin usured in dawn with its wideness... revealing everything.

Everything. Roxy couldnt help but look down, upsidedown as she was, she could see the bulging bossom she mistook as the floor of the cage before, the rug merely a dress that covered the heaving bossoms and yet, hid nothing, just capping at the halfway point of two waterfalls of milk that quitely flowed around the living mountain. Her ass was infinite, a wide chasm that could bear a entire brood in a single push. Her Mother was more then massive, she was a ecosystem, entire lives and cultures devoted around the niches and needs of her desires. Roxy was no different.

Well that wasn't true. Roxy squirmed in her bindings. After all, she was here now when the rest of the cult just dreamed.

Cuffs shook as a finger was lifted, the offending digit as thick as Roxy's thigh, and it trailed along her body like it was inspected a toy.

Roxy could be that, for mother she could be anything.

She didn't say that outloud but the Mother heard it anyway, kissing Roxy in thanks upon her forehead. It was almost chaste in a way that nothing else about Mother Manacles was. Including the feeling. Roxy trembled, a feeling of shame washing over herself as she climaxed, right in front of her mother.

Watch. Mother Manacles ordered, with the same poignant and finality any god will have to a oracle, and Roxy was happy to obey, happy to feel her mothers silks wrap around her, slipping inside her silly costume. Happy to have the phony investigator outfit stripped away, to feel the shackles milk her like her mother. But mostly?

Rose Lalonde is a student, a beneficiary of Sassacre's Hallowed Academy for Potential Expansion, a esteemed boarding school that accepts only the finest and grooms all their students for success.

What Rose did not know is that the school assigns both clubs and curriculum FOR their students, taking our literary scholar and forcing her into cheerleadership.

What she still does not know is the school is shaping her, gradually stoking her competitive spirit, molding her soul and body, and cultivating her natural talents. As time passes she gradually and rapidly becomes bigger and better, thrust from goth out into Queen Bee of the school.

This is a slow burn story, Rose is not happy about her job (Yet), though she will occassionaly get flashes of fantization, visions of her future superiority that appear almost as intrusive wet dreams.

As Rose breaks her hips will swell accordingly, and may temporarily have spurts of power trip where shes vastly further along then she really is and will "Snap back", so far she's slightly pearshapped, tall, and somewhat gangly.