Yesterday, I'd gained a magic pocket watch that let me hypnotize and control any woman who stared into it, including the incredibly attractive shopkeeper (who I was certain was a witch) that was going to sell it to me before I convinced (hypnotized) her to give it to me for free. She'd also given me a magic ring that had made me strong as an ox and with a bottomless well of stamina, enough to keep me going all the way into the morning as I explored every inch of her body.
The ring had also given me what seemed like an unquenchable libido, one that even a mysterious witch couldn't satisfy all on her own. She'd suggested I build a harem for myself, and as I'd considered the matter back in my car parked outside her shop, I'd seen young, fit body after young, fit body clad in tight yoga pants walking into the yoga studio next door to her little antique shop on the strip mall.
Telling myself that I just wanted to clear my head, and that I wasn't committing to anything, I'd headed inside, intent on claiming the whole class of women for myself, to see just what it would take to satisfy my new lusts.
Unfortunately, (or luckily, depending on how you looked at it) I hit a roadblock when the girl behind the counter who had signed me up, Kylie, had proven too irresistibly cute with her petite body and dirty blonde hair in two cute pigtails, even if she was dressed a little dorky with those big glasses and the plain polo shirt. Once I had her naked, she was even better.
And while I'd been enjoying her, one of the yoga instructors with an amazingly athletic and tight body and short, electric blue hair had come in and interrupted.
Now both of them were on their knees. The instructor, Anna, had her hands wrapped around my cock as she worked her tongue over the crown, her head swaying side to side as she threw her everything into worshipping me. Kylie had her head lower, licking and sucking on my balls, staring up at me with her her big brown eyes sparkling.
Both were amazing enough that any man would be lucky to have either. Together, it was more than any man could ask for. For me though...it wasn't enough. I wrapped a hand around each of their throats, tilting their chins up with my thumb so that they were both looking straight up at me, "Good girls. You want more, don't you?"
"Yes please." Anna stuck her tongue out, trying to get just one more taste of my cock.
"Please, sir..." Kylie's voice had a bit of a whine too it, her eyes never leaving mine.
"That's right. You must be patient though. For now, you two clean up this mess." I'd fucked and pumped my seed into both of their wombs, and plenty had dripped out, "And make sure I'm not disturbed while I'm collecting the other girls. Go ahead and close up shop, start calling your morning class and tell them it'll be cancelled for today."
Anna looked up at me, "Collecting them...? Just what are you doing?"
"Does it matter? He deserves whatever he wants." Kylie replied with a breathless sigh.
"Good point. I'll get right on it!" Anna agreed.
Both girls giggled, and I left them to it, setting my eyes on the even bigger prize in front of me, and headed into the workout room. Lucky for me, it seems they'd all been mingling and were only just now getting started.
"Alright, ladies, let's start with some simple warm-ups to get the blood flowing. Just a few squats and... oh, hello." The instructor trailed off as she saw me enter the room. She wasn't half-bad. Mid-twenties, very fit. In her tight yoga pants and sports bra, I could how well-defined her abs and shoulders were. There wasn't any extra fat on her body, but the muscle that was there was subtle enough that it didn't blunt her feminine appeal at all. She had bleached blonde hair tied into a ponytail and a healthy tan, no doubt earned through time in the sun rather than a tanning salon.
I wondered what sort of tan lines she had.
"Hey there. Sorry to interrupt." I responded as I moved to the front of the room. I could feel every eye on me, and with my sharp hearing, could hear the whispering going on behind my back.
"...look at those arms..."
"...a kilt though...?"
With my new, stronger, more heavily muscled body, a kilt was the only thing I'd been able to find in the witch's shop that would fit me.
"...don't care, just wanna see what it looks like with it off..."
"...muscleheads... thought this was a women's only studio..."
Looking around, I saw that there were nine other women. The youngest looked like she'd just turned eighteen with a skinny frame that looked fun to manhandle, while the most mature was a pair of voluptuous MILFs that seemed to be competing to see who could make their massive jugs spill more out of their sports bras. All of them looked to be in great shape. Well, Kylie had said this was the advanced class.
"Excuse me, miss...?"
"Mrs. Rose, please." She said, putting extra emphasis on the 'Mrs.' part.
I glanced down and noticed the wedding ring. Well, I was wearing mine too, for all the good it was doing keeping me faithful.
"Mrs. Rose then. Before we begin, I was wondering if I could just say something to everyone first."
She nodded, "Of course. You're the first man to join the advanced class we've had, so I think we're all a bit curious about what drew you here."
"Thank you." I walked to the front, stood side by side with her, then brought out the watch, "Well, I've never really had much of an interest in yoga. Exercise in general. I will say that I've always loved the outfits you women wear though, especially those skin-tight pants that make your asses look fantastic."
While some had the presence of mind to be outraged, the most common reaction was pure shock at having a man talk to them that way.
I continued, "So what am I doing here? Well, if you could all just take a look at this, I think it'll explain everything. You see...you are getting very sleepy."
Eyes locked onto the pendant, and all in unison, the girls and instructor repeated for me, "I am getting sleepy."
All except one. That cute teenager had taken out her phone to check something while I'd been talking, and her head popped up as she looked in surprise to see every other woman with their shoulders sagging as they were quickly sinking, "Wait, what? What are we doing?"
"I am in a hypnotic trance." Every other woman said together. It looked like their weak wills were easier to dominate than Esmerelda's. Or maybe the more I did this, the better at it I was getting?
"Huh?" She looked around in pure confusion.
Lucky I was there to explain things, walking between the tranced out women towards her, dangling the watch right in front of her, "Pay attention. I said...you are getting sleepy."
"I am... getting sleepy." The phone dropped out of her hand, "I am in a hypnotic trance."
"Much better." I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and pulled her body against mine, feeling her bouncy and soft ass in my wide palm, giving it a good squeeze that made her weakly moan through the trance, "Much, much better."
