Hi! I'm Emma, and I just wanted to give you a bit of background before I start my prompt proper. I am used to taking control and leading stories, but what I am really interested in is partner that are happy to help share the load of carrying the story. I am also very interested in partners who are willing to take more of a GM role, but it's not a must at all.

One of the reasons behind my desire for partners like this, is because I imagine the prompt below to be a series of scenes that tie, more or less loosely, together. I hope the preamble hasn't scared you away, and that you enjoy my intro.

A lot of women would look at me with jealousy or contempt in their eyes. In a world of everyone dealing with the daily stress and pressure of their professional careers, as well as their personal lives, these women saw the confident, relaxed aura around me as arrogant. What they didn't know, was that the nearly constant smile on my lips came from a life much different from their own.

It all began after I finished highschool and started college. I had never thought of myself as any different from anyone else. Gorgeous - sure, but after I turned 18 everything changed. It began slowly. I noticed that people seemed to follow words, no matter what I asked of them. It wasn't noticable when I asked for simple things, like telling a guy at the bar that I wasn't interested. But it was much more noticable if I would have told the bitchy bartender to go fuck herself. While everyone was too busy staring and filming the blonde slut behind the bar desperately trying to curl herself into a position that let her shove her fist inside herself, I was mortified at the realization of my abilities.

And it wasn't just verbal cues either. A stranger getting a little too close on the bus would find themselves compelled to give me plenty of space. And the same was true if I wanted that strange to stumble and drag me down on top of him. This quickly became one of my go to moves to pull with guys when I wanted to skip all the pleasantries.

Of course, with a skill set like mine, I quickly found myself skipping class. My abilities seemed to help my form a rapidly growing fan base on any internet media. My Onlyfans quick grew so lucrative that I was able to buy just about anything I could ever want. But as I let my abilities corrupt me, I quickly found myself wanting things that are better hunted than bought.

I had yet to fully explore my powers to their fullest potential, but that wasn't for a lack of trying. I had been a little distracted ever since I discovered that my ability to influence others wasn't just mental. If I wanted a scrawny guy to be rippling with muscles while he bends me over a dining hall table, without anyone around us batting an eye, I could make it so. If I wanted my own brother to suddenly find himself intoxicated by the idea of fucking me while his cock grew larger than his arm... Well... That one might already have happened.

The point was than in a world where I could fuck anyone at any time, and money was no issue, what was a girl to do? Well, for fun, I would sometimes take on little jobs from time to time. Although, even when I did decide to enter the normal workforce, it was often in positions that let me have a little fun on the clock. Secretaries, private tutoring, and pool girl was just a few of the ones that I remembered more fondly while I sat on a park bench trying to think of what to do next.

Okay, I wasn't actually sitting on the bench. Rather, I was sitting in the lap of a middle-aged woman. She looked amazingly in shape for her age, and she looked happy sitting outdoors next to her husband, holding his hand. The content look on her husband's face didn't falter, even as he passively saw me walk up to his wife, lift up her skirt, grow her a cock that look on less than 12 inches long, before turning around and impaling myself on her giant prick.

My thinking was paused briefly when I felt my already big tits grow even bigger. With a delighted smile on my face, I looked down at the woman to see her grin back at me. Over time, I had learned that some people seemed to be able to fight or counter my abilities. They seemed able to modify my body and actions to varying degrees. Some could sculpt my body and others could make me change my need or position. "Mmm... Is that what you wanted, baby? My huge tits smothering your face while I ride that big dick?" I growled at her through a grin before I mashed my tits together. I was rewarded with a copious blast of warm cum and a powerful orgasm. With a smile on my face, and my belly full of cum, I left the couple sitting on the bench, where they continued to enjoy their day - clueless of what had just happened.

Congratulations on making it this far :) Like you can see, I've tried to fit a few ideas into a loose story. Just to be clear, I had no set path for where this goes.

We could continue just having one random encounter after the other with strangers. We could start out at one of my times of having a normal jobs. Your character could even be a male version of whatever I am, which could lead to either a loving or combative relationship between us.

As for the reference for my character, I am completely open to changing just about anything about anyone, but I was thinking about using someone like Tessa Fowler or Gabbie Carter.

In terms of kinks, I am very open to anything, no matter how vanilla or extreme. Favorite kinks of mine include: Transformation, huge cocks, anal, deepthroat, group, futa, growth, casual sex, being used like a fucking sextoy, unrealistic penetration, and much more.

I have very few limits. Really, the only things I never want in my stories are underaged partners and toilet play.