Halfway through her day Chloe had realized that trying to go to class was pointless. It wasn't the normal level of uselessness she felt; freshman year being literally painful to slog through to the point that she was begging Madison to let her come back home, but her little sister had put her foot down. This year was almost as bad, having been able to (easily) test into a more advanced course on AI programming matrixes that she thought might be interesting right up until the first assignment, where she had to write a paper on an article on the complex ethics involved in pushing an AI into truly sentient territory... that she had written under a pseudonym.
Mr. Kaminsky was at least a good teacher, but by this point in the day the poor man had apparently had a run in with someone a little over-eager, a frumpled shirt half tucked in and some hastily cleaned lipstick still left over around his neck. Not that he was alone, there was clearly something afoot on campus as plenty of other guys in class were preoccupied with their thoughts or paying more attention to their phones than the class.
It was probably Amanda's fault, the lone other female in class, who clearly had a run into Bimbette at some point throughout the day. The normally small and mousey girl busy making sure her blonde pigtails were properly set-up, a pair of tits she didn't have last class currently stuffed into a comically small RRU shirt. Chloe was busy as Amanda finally got everything in place when she pulled out her phone, seeing the soft click of the camera capture a beautiful bimbo pout, when something hazy happened. Blinking her eyes, she tried shaking off the sudden wave of brain fog but that only served to kickstart the headache that was starting form.
Ugh, what was that?
she worried to herself as she stared at Amanda again to figure out what had caused the sudden headache and feeling of anxiety starting to form.
The giggly blonde bimbo had managed to stuff herself into a tiny excuse of a cheerleader's uniform, pigtails being held up by little pink pom poms, and Chloe frowned. She wished she could place the weird feeling in her stomach, and while she was silently among the majority of her classmates who appreciated the eye candy Mandi brought to class, she didn't know why the cheerleader was here, or even how she got into the class in the first place. Her obvious morning run-in with Bimbette hadn't helped, as the normally air-headed girl was a full ditzy bimbo, playing with her hair as she posted her selfie to PicUp, trying to find something else worth looking at and settling on the crotch of the guy next to her.
Sighing, Chloe felt the moment slip away from her as she let her mind wander back to her own morning, going back over the information she knew in an effort to pinpoint where she might be able to help the Ladies of Victory, knowing Voodoo Queen at least could easily handle Bimbette. She just hoped Miracle Maiden didn't have to run into her first, her friend lacking the kind of magical resistance one would need, which circled around to their earlier conversation as a blush started to creep in.
Don't worry your pretty head about it.
Jen thought she was pretty, a blush fully coming in as she ducked to hide her head, her thighs squeezing together pleasurably.
They were friends, friends say that sort of thing all the time, but Chloe's mood this morning plus everyone looking extra hot today meant that she was dealing with a nice buzz that had her overthinking a lot of things. She wouldn't quite say she was horny exactly, but she had definitely been single for awhile and while most of her acquaintances would think she thought herself above that sort of thing, Chloe was 100% Rapid Rivers native. She liked sex, and wasn't ashamed about it, but she'd been so busy in setting up the LoV and managing everything else in her life she just hadn't had time. Which was probably why her brain was so busy remembering how hot Jen had sounded when she said it rather than paying attention in class.
Instead of listening to Mr. Kaminsky prattle on about learned behaviors in matrices, she was also feeling a little vain about her looks today, her phone having been notifying her all day of people on PicUP interacting with her own morning selfie. She'd been more than just tempted to check, Mandi's little display bringing her mind back to it and also spotlighting on the fact that the needy feeling was just part of the social media addiction cycle, but she had managed to avoid being distracted in class any more than she already was . A yell from Mr. Kaminsky showed she was at least doing a better job than some people, Mandi having disappeared under the desk to give Eric a quick blowjob. Another heavy sigh escaped her as she tried to ignore the heat she was feeling, putting her head down and again going over her morning while the professor did his best to restore order.
Chloe smothered a bit of a snort at that, not sure what he expected when he agreed to have a slut like Mandi in Advanced AI Mechanics, but that was his problem; her thighs unconsciously rubbing together in her leggings pleasurably as she reached in her bag for a lollipop; quietly unwrapping it as she tried to pretend that she wasn't jealous of Mandi getting all the attention or her mouth occupied. Nope, she was going to get through her day as quietly as possible, hit the gym, and head home to work on the case, the strawberry lollipop mixing well with her flavored pink lip gloss, mind wandering back towards Jen's breathy voice and her own buzzing phone...
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Chloe wasn't the only one thinking about that earlier conversation, as Miracle Maiden was currently sitting in a tree obviously upset. She'd promised her bestie that she'd find Bimbette but as the day was getting away from her, all she'd been able to find was a bunch of sexy coeds who wanted something from her. Some of the girls it was just a picture, although a few cute little sluts wanted something more, a giggle eliciting itself from her even as she tried to remain focused. She didn't mind any of it, some of the boys seemed concerned (probably about the villainess on the loose) but plenty of them were happy to let her service them, and while she hadn't had anything to eat since arriving on campus, Miracle Maiden had certainly been filled in a different manner many times. Unfortunately, she still wasn't able to locate Bimbette, and her search for at least a properly transformed student to know she was on the right track was hard because so many of the girls at RRU were so sexy to begin with. At this point, she figured she'd be stuck returning back to HQ empty handed, and she didn't want to disappoint Chloe.
A squeal from behind a series of bushes off in the distance teased her ears, the distinct high pitched noise followed by a soft giggle very familiar to the heroine, as she silently glided through the air to land hidden by the foliage, brushing it aside. Perhaps her luck was changing though, the soft glow of the afternoon shining brilliantly off a deliciously fat, tanned butt stuck up in the air. Twin pig-tails splayed around the head of the young woman as the guy she was on the ground with tried to adjust himself, her bee-stung cock pillow lips working away at his attempts to reason with her. The pink facsimile of a cheer outfit had long since stopped being able to contain the bouncy bimbo body underneath; and to bring it all together, her pink sky-high platform heels were obviously far too sexy to manage cheering in. Miracle Maiden silently praised her luck as she centered herself, adjusting her own too-small uniform to its bare minimum of modesty. With all that pink and a body like that, there was only one explanation as she walked around the bush.
"Excuse me, but like... could you answer a quickie for me?" She giggled as the guy's head swiveled to her bug-eyed, it was probably his first time seeing a heroine like her and she stood a little straighter, sticking out her prominent chest so he could get a good look.
"I just wanted to know if either of you have seen a woman who looks kind of like her who
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