Cutie's Hot Ass
The figure was running off the high of its last mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last girl who wore one of its panties. She'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The effect had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That wasn't uncommon with one of its pairs of panties, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.
But now it was interested in a
new
transformation.
The figure moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly didn't belong in this place of education, but no one gave it a second glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unseen, the vaporous magic was there.
The same magic that wreathed the panties it made.
The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison's classroom. Its eyes glanced around the room, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the professor's subject: history. One held a flowchart showing the evolution of the Roman state, another had bullet points of the major events a World War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect girl for this pair of panties. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the silver letters across the seat.
Cute Tush.
The figure smiled, eager for its newest creation to be donned. Eager for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal girl who put them on.
The figure swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the door. Just as it was about to reach the door, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first class. She was the type of girl who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, long sleeves and high necks, and a skirt that fell past her knees, pink leggings peeking out.
"Well, hi," she said by routine, her eyes almost losing over as they glanced at the figure.
In her mind, the figure was nothing more than a janitor. A custodian that had every right to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the figure sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the mortal world.
Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.
She was eager to learn from her favorite professor. History was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She'd read the accounts about the girls who'd given up their cherries young, surrendering to the bestial lust of their boyfriends or to their own carnal desires.
Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.
She wanted her first time to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she wasn't sure Nathan was
the
one. She hoped he was. She knew that if he was patient with her, waited for her to be ready, he would be.
These ideas all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, thoughts dancing to and fro as she thought about other things. She made sure she had all her homework done, cataloging all the assignments she'd been given. She was about to sit down at her desk when she noticed what lay on top of it.
She gasped in shock. She picked up the panties, feeling a tingle running through her. "Where did you come from?"
She didn't even remember the figure at all. Forgetting it, she couldn't make any connection with it and how these panties had found themselves here. The material was a satiny silk, so different from the cotton panties she wore. A naughty delight rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.
What would you feel like on my rump?
danced through her thoughts as she read those two words.
The door to the classroom creaked open.
Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a pair of panties, she shoved them into her skirt pocket, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes and a goatee.
"Good morning, Zelda," he said, giving her a smile. "You make me look bad. I should get here before you."
She just smiled at him, already forgetting about the panties in her pocket. "Sorry, I'm just so eager to learn about the fall of Constantinople today. Are we going to cover it?"
"The point in time were cannons defeated the greatest medieval defenses ever erected," he said. "The day that curtain walls became obsolete."
* * *
Zelda Carter
I had no idea why I was putting on these panties. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underwear. A tingle raced up my legs as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panties I
found
yesterday when I arrived at my history class. I didn't know why anyone would leave them behind. What girl would do that? I shouldn't have put them in my pocket.
And I definitely shouldn't be pulling them up my thighs, but...
I was just so curious to see what they would feel like. I always bought plain, boring panties. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I wasn't ready to lose my virginity When I was,
then
I would buy a pair of lacy underwear. Maybe even a thong.
Until I was ready to show what I was wearing underneath my skirt to my boyfriend, what was the point of wearing anything else?
I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so smooth against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the sleek feel of the fabric. It cupped across my rump, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a pair of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.
Did I have a cute tush?
I blushed at that thought, my head shaking. My black pigtails danced around my face. My little breasts jiggled. I snagged my plain, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.
They made my skin feel so excited. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt alive. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should take them off. I felt so naughty. My pink nipples were hard, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.
I decided to leave them on. I'd already donned them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a little bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the rest of my clothes. I pulled on a purple sweater, loving the fuzzy feel of it on my skin. It didn't make me feel naughty.
Not like these panties.
Then I grabbed a black skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my legs. It was a long one, I didn't need to wear tights today with this pair. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew lots of girls like wearing jeans or pants because they were comfortable, but
boys
wore those, too.
I wanted to be feminine.
I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my side profile. Did this skirt make my rump look nice? Did I have a cute tush? It was hard to say. The fall of the skirt didn't quite cup my rear like the panties did. I bit my lip, worrying about my rear's appearance.
Why?
It wasn't like me to be concerned about what I looked like. I mean, I put on makeup, I combed my hair and wore clean clothes, but I wasn't worried about how my figure looked to others. But... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump didn't look cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.
Why?
That thought echoed through my mind. Why did I care so much? I rubbed my hands on my skirt as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and think, "That girl doesn't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she's wearing. If she had a cute tush, why wouldn't she be showing it off? Instead, it's like she's trying to hide it?"
That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My skirt didn't make my rump look
unflattering
. Right? I needed an opinion.
I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Nathan. He was waiting for me out front of the building, leaning against the brick wall. He was a tall guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He grinned as he pushed off from the wall. "Hey, cutie, how you doing?"
"You ask that like we weren't texting the entire way to school," I told him. "You know I'm fine."
"Yeah, and? I just wanted to ask you," he said, his arm sliding around my waist. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I could feel his hands on my lower back. Why didn't they slide lower and cup my tush? Didn't he think I had a cute ass? It made me squirm.
"Nathan...?" I said, my voice tight.
"Yeah, Zelda?" he asked, staring at me.
I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to stare at back at him over my shoulder. My black pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did. "Does this skirt make my ass look good?"
He stared at them and frowned. "Well, yeah, I guess it's fine," he said. "I mean, you're always wearing skirts. And that's the best your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could wear tighter skirts. Or jeans."
Jeans...
The thought of wearing those wormed through my mind.
"I mean, I still like your ass," he said. "It's cute."
"But not cute enough," I muttered.
"Geez," he groaned. "I didn't mean to make you feel self-conscious. You're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."
It was a nice thought, but I really, really wanted people to know I had a cute tush. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just lift up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My face burned at the thought even as my pussy grew so hot.
"So you don't need to do anything different," he said. "I like you just the way you are."
I wanted that to be enough, but...
I was the first person to enter Mr. Harrison's class. I liked getting there early, eager to learn. My boyfriend shared my history class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday's lesson on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new city, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.
When Mr. Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his opinion was on my ass. That would be totally inappropriate. He was my
