Ivy allowed the symbiote to transform her superhero costume into everyday attire, returning to her alter ego, Lily. She stepped out of the cell, finding herself surrounded by a dingy apartment in the middle of the city. It was clear that her captor had turned one of the rooms into a makeshift prison, the stench of dirty laundry and unwashed dishes filling the air. The living room table was cluttered with empty beer bottles, a clear sign that this man had given up on everything except his obsessive desire for revenge against Incredible Ivy. As she surveyed the scene, Lily couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust wash over her.

As Lily gazed out the window, a realization dawned upon her. The sun was shining brightly, indicating that she had been imprisoned in that cell for an entire night, and then some. Using the sun's position in the sky, she calculated the time to be around 1:00 PM. Fuck. She had missed five hours of school, including an important exam and two other classes. And she was supposed to meet Mr. Wilkinson an hour ago as well. This was not good.

She was desperate to erase the memories of her missed classes from his mind, but now that was no longer an option thanks to that crazy ex-scientist. According to school policy, she was required to call in sick at the start of the day, so now she would have to grovel and plead for another chance. But then, a glimmer of hope flickered in her mind as she remembered his words from their last meeting in his office.

As she thought back to their previous encounter, Lily couldn't help but smile at the memory of his wandering gaze and the question about her workouts. She hadn't realized at the time that he was simply trying to give her a compliment, despite his awkward delivery. The thought of flirting with him, wearing a tight and cute outfit, sent a thrill of excitement through her body and made her feel a tantalizing tingle between her legs. Of course, she would never consider acting on these desires now that she was in an exclusive relationship with Mike, but perhaps a little bit of playful flirtation would be enough to change Mr. Wilkinson’s mind.

Lily was sure to turn heads as she strutted down the hall in her red pleated skirt, which barely covered her shapely legs and hugged her curves in all the right places. The 4-inch heels elongated her legs, drawing the eyes of every student she passed. The tight fabric of the skirt rode up her thighs, tantalizingly hinting at what lay beneath. She couldn't wait to see the look on Mr. Wilkinson's face when he saw her, and she knew the other students would be wondering what she was up to. But the outfit was not for their benefit, it was all for Mr. Wilkinson, a way to catch his attention and hopefully sway his decision. The soft fabric of the skirt swished around her legs as she walked, and she could feel the eyes of the other students following her every move.

Lily's hair was a sensuous cascade of radiant waves that flowed down her back, inviting touch and caresses. She sashayed towards the chair in front of Mr. Wilkinson's desk, her hips swaying seductively like a hypnotic pendulum. Her breasts, straining against the constraints of her tight halterneck, bounced with each step, tantalizing him with their movement. She could feel Mr. Wilkinson's gaze on her, undressing her with his eyes and hungry for more.

As Lily took a seat in the chair across from Mr. Wilkinson, she crossed her legs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her pale, creamy thigh. Her top was hard enough to let her hard, pebbled nipples press provocatively against the fabric, with no bra underneath to prevent it. She shifted in her seat, leaning forward to give him an even better view of her breasts as she watched beads of perspiration form on his forehead. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, and she could see the muscle in his jaw ticking as he struggled to maintain eye contact with her instead of letting his gaze wander. Lily took a deep breath and steeled herself for the conversation ahead, preparing to use her sultry voice and feminine charms to persuade him.

"Hi, Mr. Wilkinson," she said, trying to sound confident and alluring.Her heart raced as she waited for his response, hoping that he would be lenient despite her many missed classes. She knew that she had performed well academically when she actually attended, and she hoped that this would be enough to sway him.

But Mr. Wilkinson's words were not what she had hoped for. "I'm sorry, Lily," he said, looking at her with a mix of pity and regret. "I tried to make an exception for you, I really did. But after you missed even more classes and our meeting, I'm afraid there's no other option. You'll have to retake your senior year."

Lily's heart felt like it was being crushed in her chest. All her hard work, all her efforts, were for nothing. She could feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but she pushed them back, determined not to show weakness. "Is there anything, anything at all, that I can do to change your mind?" she asked, her voice shaking with desperation.

"I'm sorry, Lily," Mr. Wilkinson said, shaking his head. "There's nothing that can be done."

Lily's heart dropped at his words. She couldn't believe it was actually over. If she didn't graduate this year, her mother would be devastated. In a last-ditch effort, she stood up from her chair and went around Mr. Wilkinson's desk, squatting down in front of him. She placed her hands on his thighs, pushing her arms together to make her cleavage more prominent. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, her lips parted slightly. "Please, Mr. Wilkinson. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want. Just please, help me."

As soon as the words left her lips, she realized the implications of what she had said. She couldn't possibly follow through on that kind of offer. But desperation had driven her to make the suggestion, and now she could only wait for his response.

For a moment, Mr. Wilkinson seemed to hesitate, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. But then he shook his head, stood up and stepped away from her. "Lily!" he exclaimed, a shocked look on his face. "What is going on with you? I could lose my job over this. And even if I didn't, it would be wrong. I'm married, and you're my student."

Lily's heart sank as the reality of the situation hit her. She had been so caught up in trying to sway Mr. Wilkinson's opinion that she hadn't considered the consequences of her actions. Now, with her powers of memory alteration gone, there was no way to erase this from his mind.

As Lily struggled to find a solution to her problem, she felt a crushing weight on her chest and a throbbing headache that only grew worse with each passing moment. Her panicked breathing escalated, causing her vision to blur and the headache to reach an unbearable level. Suddenly, something inside her snapped and the pain gradually faded away. She could feel that something deep within her had changed, and when she realized what it was, a dark smile crossed her face as she realized there was still hope for her.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Wilkinson, I don't know what came over me!" Lily feigned tears as she spoke. "I've just been struggling at home since my father passed away, and I panicked. I'm so sorry."

Mr. Wilkinson was convinced by her act and pulled her into a comforting hug as she stood up. "It's okay, Lily. Maybe taking this year over again will be good for you. College will always be there, there's no rush."

Lily was lost in thought, consumed by the transformation that had just taken place within her. She knew, deep down, that this change would be her salvation. She could feel the dormant ability to produce pheromones awaken within her, a power she had unconsciously stolen from countless criminals and victims. She could sense it on a molecular level, instinctively knowing how to control the production and release of these powerful aphrodisiacs. As the tingling sensation in her nipples grew stronger and stronger, she realized that by manipulating the levels of pheromones she exuded, she could unleash a potent desire in those around her.

The new power coursing through her veins was exhilarating. She could feel it in the way her skin hummed with energy and her hair seemed to radiate a heightened sensuality. It was as if her very essence had become more intoxicating, more irresistible. She tentatively inhaled, then exhaled, and was rewarded with the faint but undeniable aroma of her own seductive pheromones. She reveled in this newfound ability, knowing that it would give her an edge in any situation, whether it be business or pleasure.

As the arousal continued to build within her, Lily couldn't help but feel like some kind of primal being in the throes of mating season. The potent pheromones she was emitting only heightened this sensation, making her feel wildly attractive and seductive. The knowledge that she had such an overwhelming allure was intoxicating, and she could feel her own desire growing as her pussy became slick with anticipation. Glancing past Mr. Wilkinson, she caught sight of her reflection in a mirror on the wall of his office. The wanton desire in her eyes was clear to see, and a sly smile spread across her face as she realized the power she now wielded. She would make sure that Mr. Wilkinson regretted ever rejecting her. She needed to put her new power to the test, to see if she could make him fall victim to her pheromones.

Determined to test the limits of her pheromones, Lily put her lips to his ear and spoke in a husky voice. "Mr. Wilkinson, I just have to ask one last time. I'm sorry for missing so many classes, but are you absolutely certain you can't make an exception for me? I promise to be suchhhh a good girl."

She leaned in, exhaling deliberately in his face, reveling in the intoxicating effects of her own breath. Mr. Wilkinson's pupils dilated and a flush spread across his cheeks as the aphrodisiacal scent of her pheromones hit him. Lily knew she had him under her control.

Lily could see the struggle in his eyes as he fought unsuccessfully to tear his gaze away from her. "I... um... I suppose I could try, Lily, as long as you have perfect attendance from now on," he stuttered, trying to maintain his composure.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wilkinson," Lily purred, leaning closer to him and allowing her pheromones to wash over him. "I appreciate your understanding."

As she moved closer, Mr. Wilkinson's eyes dilated further and his breaths became shallow and quickened. She could tell that her pheromones were having the desired effect on him, causing him to succumb to her allure. "Is that everything for today, Mr. Wilkinson?" she purred, leaning in and pressing her ample breasts against his chest. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his hands instinctively moving to rest on her hips. "I believe that's all for now, Lily."

Lily couldn't believe her luck. She had managed to persuade Mr. Wilkinson to give her another chance, without having to do anything physical that would jeopardize her relationship with Mike. As she prepared to leave the office, a wicked thought crossed her mind. What if Mr. Wilkinson came to his senses once she left the room, no longer under the influence of her pheromones? No, she needed more than just his weak assurances. She needed leverage.

"You need to fuck him," the voice urged her on.

Lily's smile turned sinister as she weighed the pros and cons. Would it even count as cheating if it was the only way to ensure her graduation? If she didn't do this, Mike would graduate while Lily didn't, effectively ending their relationship. In a way, Lily would be sacrificing herself to ensure that Mr. Wilkinson couldn't go back on his word. It was a small price to pay for the guy she loved. And besides, it wasn't even certain that the pheromones would work to that extent - she needed to try. How could she ever know her full potential as a superhero if she didn't push herself to the limit?

"Oh, and one more thing, Mr. Wilkinson," Lily added, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

"Yes, Lily, what is it?" he asked, his gaze intense and focused on her. "Well, I've had a difficult time since my father's passing. I haven't had a strong, mature man in my life since then. I think I have daddy issues," she confided, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"W-what do you mean, Lily?" he asked, leaning in closer to her.

"I mean, I was hoping someone strong and experienced, like you, could take care of me," she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"I-I see," he stammered, his voice low and husky. "It's very flattering, but like I mentioned before, I'm already married."

"Pleeeease, Mr. Wilkinson, won’t you be my daddy?" Lily pouted, pressing her breasts against his chest.

She grabbed his chin and delved into his memories, finding just the information she needed. Leaning in close, she whispered something in his ear. "I know Mrs. Wilkinson has been neglecting you lately, and you feel like she's let herself go in recent years. A strong man like you deserves to experience the pleasures of a youthful body like mine." Lily could see the desire in Mr. Wilkinson's eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Mr. Wilkinson's eyes were fixated on her breasts and Lily couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Reaching out, she placed her hand on Mr. Wilkinson's thigh, letting her fingers lightly graze his growing erection. The heat radiating from his body was palpable, and Lily knew that he was just as turned on as she was. Leaning in close, her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered seductively.

"Don't you want me, Mr. Wilkinson?" she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. "We can keep it our little secret."Mr. Wilkinson could barely process what was happening, but he managed to nod his head in agreement. Lily grinned and stood up, pulling off her blouse to reveal her toned body and ample breasts. She pushed him back into his swivel chair and swung it towards her. She dematerialized her panties under her skirt and perched herself on his desk in front of him, spreading her legs and exposing her wet and eager pussy.

"Come on, Wilks," Lily purred, taking Mr. Wilkinson's hand and placing it on her smooth thigh. "It's time for your lesson."

Mr. Wilkinson's heart was racing as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. He knew he would never forget this day as long as he lived. Lily laughed at his stunned expression, her breasts bouncing enticingly in front of him.

He ran his hands over her flawless skin, trying to fight against his own desires. Lily began to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting. Mr. Wilkinson felt himself getting lost in her embrace, but he knew he had to resist. This was wrong, so wrong, but he couldn't control himself.

Mr. Wilkinson pulled away from Lily's kiss and looked into her eyes. "W-we can't do this," he said, his voice strained with need. "You're my student. I'm married."

But Lily just smiled and continued to kiss his neck, her hands roaming over his surprisingly toned body. She was going in for the kill. "I don't care," she whispered. "I want you, Daddy. I need you."

As Mr. Wilkinson sat quietly, Lily could sense the thoughts swirling within his mind. She stretched her arms above her head, feigning a yawn and arching her body to highlight the impressive firmness of her ample breasts. Mr. Wilkinson was powerless to resist the alluring sight before him, and he found himself giving in to the all-consuming desire that Lily ignited within him. His heart raced as he gazed at her, and when she sat back up, he could see the hunger in her eyes.

Driven by primal desire, Mr. Wilkinson quickly shed his pants and drew Lily onto his lap, kissing her passionately. She eagerly returned his kisses, relishing the way his experienced tongue moved differently than that of her teenage lover. Mr. Wilkinson worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, and Lily responded by pressing her pheromone-laden body against him, marking him as her own with her secretions. She could feel his arousal pressing against her through his boxer briefs, and let out a soft moan in response.

Lily's pheromones were having the desired effect on Mr. Wilkinson, who was now fully erect and ready to climax. But Lily had other plans in mind. Torturing him mercilessly, she brought him to the brink of explosive pleasure, only to stop just before he could reach his release. The longer this went on, the more frenzied Mr. Wilkinson became, and Lily relished the power she had over him. She loved having this strong, experienced, and surprisingly virile man at her mercy, and she loved knowing that she was the one in control.

Lily ran her fingers through Mr. Wilkinson's hair, pulling it back from his forehead. She leaned in again, pressing her lips eagerly against his. Mr. Wilkinson surrendered to her touch and continued kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her curvaceous body. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, his desire for her becoming more urgent with each passing moment.

Finally, Lily pulled away from Mr. Wilkinson, her eyes hooded with lust. "I can feel how much you want me," she whispered, her voice heavy with arousal. "But I want to make you wait. I want to tease and torture you until you're begging me for release."

With those provocative words, Lily began to unbutton Mr. Wilkinson's shirt, her eyes never leaving his. She grinned slyly as his chest was exposed, her hands coming to rest on his toned stomach. "You're even better than I imagined," she purred, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe.

As Lily continued to tease and tantalize Mr. Wilkinson, he was teetering on the edge of control, his body begging for release.

Finally, Lily could no longer resist her own desire for him, and she deftly freed his throbbing length from his underwear.

Lily grasped Mr. Wilkinson's shaft firmly, her movements sure and confident as she stroked him up and down. She increased the pace as Mr. Wilkinson's breathing turned ragged and his body shook with anticipation. Finally, when Mr. Wilkinson was on the verge of begging for mercy, Lily took pity on him and enveloped his cock with her tight, wet folds. She rode him hard until, with one final, powerful thrust, Mr. Wilkinson let go, releasing himself deep inside her. She gasped as she brought him to the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, feeling him pulse within her, his body trembling with pleasure.

Mr. Wilkinson was on the verge of passing out from the intense pleasure. Lily was satisfied that she now had leverage over him, ensuring that he would keep his word. However, she was still aroused and had not yet reached her own climax. The justification to continue was growing weaker, but Lily had an idea. She decided that she could use this opportunity to explore the limits of her powers, learning more about them in order to better serve the greater good.

"Mr. Wilkinson," Lily purred, "I’m curious about something."

"Yes, Lily?" he replied, still struggling to catch his breath.

"Do you think you could...get hard again...for me?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Mr. Wilkinson swallowed nervously. "I...I don't think so, Lily. I'm spent."

"But look at me, Daddy," Lily pointed out, running her hands over her body. "Isn't this a body that's worth getting hard for one more time?"

"I-I'm sorry, Lily," Mr. Wilkinson replied, his voice unsteady. Lily exhaled a musky scent into his face, and he could feel movement inside her."Yesss, that's it," Lily purred, her voice laced with desire as she undulated her hips on his lap. He was treated to a tantalizing view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips. "I really need you to help me, Mr. Wilkinson. Please."

With a hungry growl, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. Mr. Wilkinson let out a moan as he began to massage and fondle her, his cock starting to stiffen within her again. She had never experienced this before, but she could definitely get used to it.

"See?" Lily said, her voice dripping with sultry satisfaction as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I told you you could do it.”

As she expertly massaged Mr. Wilkinson's rigid member with her slick walls and felt his arousal accelerate, a triumphant grin began to spread across her face. She began to ride him again, moving her hips in circles and grinding her sensitive bud against his pubic bone. Mr. Wilkinson's hands roamed across her body, his eyes fixated on her ample breasts. Lily could feel her arousal increasing with each passing moment, relishing in the power she held over this man.

As the pace of their lovemaking increased, Lily's hips moved faster and faster, her body writhing with pleasure as Mr. Wilkinson’s shaft pounded into her. His cock was fully engorged now, and she could feel it throbbing inside her with each thrust. The rush of power and control she was experiencing reminded her of the time she had seduced Mike at the gym. She smirked as she remembered the satisfaction she got from him saying degrading things about Olivia that night.

But she knew she had to slow down, not wanting Mr. Wilkinson to climax too soon. She leaned towards him, her breasts mere inches from his face, knowing that he was captivated by her every move. She smiled seductively, reveling in the control she held over him. He absentmindedly stuck out his tongue, and Lily couldn't resist the urge to lean down and capture it with her lips.

"Oh, Mr. Wilkinson," Lily purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I can see what you’re thinking. You're thinking about my breasts, aren't you? Imagining them in your mouth, feeling their warmth against your lips. You want to taste them, don't you? You want to feel their fullness and sweetness on your tongue."

She leaned back, giving him an even better view of her ample bosom. "You're such a naughty boy, Mr. Wilkinson," she teased. "But I know you can't resist. My breasts are too irresistible, too tempting. You want to feel their fullness in your hands too, don't you?"

Mr. Wilkinson swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Lily," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I can’t help it. I can't resist. I want to feel them, taste them, devour them."

"Thank you, Mr. Wilkinson," Lily purred, basking in the glow of his compliment. "But I know you didn't just say that to flatter me. You want something, don't you?"

Mr. Wilkinson licked his lips, his gaze fixated on her heaving bosom. "Y-yes," he stammered. "Y-your breasts."

Lily arched a brow, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "What about them? Do you want to sink your teeth into my succulent flesh, to tease my nipples until they're hard and standing at attention?

Mr. Wilkinson said simply nodded, his eyes burning with lust.

Lily pretended to consider his request for a moment, before finally nodding her head in agreement. "Very well," she said, "but I have a few conditions."

"Anything. W-what are they?" Mr. Wilkinson asked eagerly, his eyes practically sparkling with desire.

"Well, eventually I want you to absolutely worship my breasts," Lily purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I want you to take them in your hands, to caress and knead them until I moan with pleasure. And when you've pleased me enough, I might even let you have a taste. She watched as Mr. Wilkinson's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his desire for her obvious in the way he shifted nervously on his feet.

"Yes, Lily," he said hoarsely. "Anything at all, just please let me have a taste."

Lily couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across her face. It was so easy to get men to do her bidding, especially with her new powers. And with Mr. Wilkinson panting at her feet, begging for her touch, she knew it would be a pleasure to grant him his deepest, most depraved desires. “But first…”

He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Anything, Lily. Anything at all."

"You have to praise me, tell me what you like about me," she commanded, her eyes drifting to her long, perfectly manicured nails as if to show that he was losing her interest.

Mr. Wilkinson struggled to pull his gaze away from her ample breasts and met her mischievous eyes. "You, uh, you're doing a fantastic job in my class," he stuttered.

Lily chuckled, well aware that his thoughts were not centered on her academic performance. "Thank you, Mr. Wilkinson," she purred seductively. "Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

Mr. Wilkinson's tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes once again drifted down to Lily's ample bosom. "I, uh, I think you're very attractive," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Lily feigned disinterest, rolling her eyes and leaning in close to Mr. Wilkinson's ear, her sweet floral scent filling his senses. "Oh really, Mr. Wilkinson? I hadn't noticed," she purred, her hand trailing suggestively down his cheek.

Mr. Wilkinson struggled to swallow past the lump in his throat. "Y-yes, I really do think so," he stammered.

"Then tell me why," Lily purred, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "Tell me why you're here with me and not with your wife. I want to hear you say it."

"I-I can't," he stuttered, defeat evident in his voice. Lily laughed, a low and menacing sound, and locked eyes with him, her gaze filled with power.

"You're a bad liar, Mr. Wilkinson," she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. "But that's okay. I like it when you try to lie to me. It makes me feel powerful."

Mr. Wilkinson frowned, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him. He didn't like feeling so helpless, but he couldn't resist Lily's allure. "What do you want from me, Lily?" he asked, his voice laced with desperation as she continued to ride him in a slow and calculated manner.

Lily smiled seductively and increased the tempo of her hips, causing Mr. Wilkinson to moan in pleasure. "Oh, Mr. Wilkinson, I want so much from you," Lily purred, her wicked grin growing wider. "I want to see you writhe and moan beneath me, begging for my touch. I want to make you feel powerless, to control every inch of your body and soul. And most of all, I want to see you climax, to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure and leave you trembling and satisfied at my feet."

Lily leaned down, pressing her full breasts against Mr. Wilkinson's chest as she whispered in his ear. "And if you're a good little boy, maybe I'll even let you taste a little of my own pleasure. But only if you're very, very good."

Mr. Wilkinson couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips at Lily's words, his body responding to her dominant presence and tantalizing promises. He knew he should resist, that he should return to his wife and his mundane life, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the alluring siren on top of him. He was enthralled, completely under Lily's control, and he knew he would do anything to please her and feel her touch for just a little while longer.

"But right now, Mr. Wilkinson," Lily purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I want you to tell me why you desire these more than your wife's." She squeezed her ample breasts firmly, causing the plump flesh to spill out between her fingers.

"You must compare me to your wife, Brenda," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You must tell me that I am superior to her, that my breasts are more beautiful, that my body is more irresistible."

Mr. Wilkinson hesitated, his face flushing with embarrassment. "O-of course, Lily," he stuttered. "I will do anything you want." Despite his discomfort, he didn't back down. "Y-you are better than my wife in every way."

"Oh, Mr. Wilkinson," Lily chuckled, leaning in closer so that her rock-hard nipples were practically touching his face. "You are such a naughty boy. More."

She watched as Mr. Wilkinson struggled to come up with a response, his face contorting with discomfort. Lily's patience was starting to wear thin. She grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on her plump, round buttocks.

"Who has the most luscious ass?" she asked seductively, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Feel how much better my ass is than your wife's," she teased. "I bet her ass is flat and saggy compared to mine."

Mr. Wilkinson couldn't deny the truth. His wife's buttocks were nowhere near as firm and pert as Lily's. "Y-yes, your ass is much better," he stammered, his hands trembling with desire as Lily pressed his fingers deeper into her cheeks.

As Mr. Wilkinson praised her ample buttocks, Lily let out a deep moan and increased the tempo of her hip thrusts.

Mr. Wilkinson's tongue darted out towards one of Lily's nipples, eager to taste the soft flesh.

"Oh no, not yet," Lily interrupted, pushing his head away from her breast while she continued to grind her pelvis against his growing erection. She guided his hands to her slender waist, allowing them to roam over her curves.

"I want to know what you're thinking," she purred, preening slightly under the attention. "Are you thinking that my waist is so much slimmer and more graceful than your wife's?"

As Mr. Wilkinson struggled to come to terms with his own desires, Lily watched him with a knowing smile. She had always been able to read men's thoughts and desires with ease, and it was clear to her that Mr. Wilkinson longed for a woman with a figure like hers - curves in all the right places, with a tiny waist that only served to accentuate her full hips and ample breasts.

"You want your wife to be more like me, don't you?" Lily purred, her voice dripping with seduction. She leaned closer to Mr. Wilkinson, her body language making it clear that she was well aware of the effect she was having on him.

Mr. Wilkinson nodded, unable to deny Lily's words. He could feel his throat growing dry as he tried to find the right words to express his desires.

"Then say it," Lily prompted, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest. "Say it with your own words."

Mr. Wilkinson groaned in frustration, his grip on Lily's waist growing tighter. He knew that she was enjoying toying with him, but he couldn't deny her request.

"Okay," he finally gritted out. "I want my wife to have a figure like yours - tiny waist, round hips, and ample breasts. I can't help it, Lily. You're just so... irresistible."

Lily leaned back and regarded Mr. Wilkinson with a seductive gaze, her lips curving into a sly smile as she pretended to consider his words. She ran a finger over her plump lips, letting out a soft hum as if deep in thought. "I'm not sure," she purred, her voice laced with feigned uncertainty. "I think you can do better than that." She panted softly, her breath still heavy from the intensity of their lovemaking, but she was determined to push him further until she was fully satisfied.

Mr. Wilkinson's eyes widened with frustration, his chest heaving with the effort of controlling his desires. But he knew he had to placate Lily, to do whatever it took to please her. "Y-your waist," he stuttered, his voice laced with desperation. "It's the most perfect waist I've ever laid eyes on. Please, Lily. Give me another chance to show you how much I appreciate your beauty."

Lily's smile turned genuine as she leaned in to capture Mr. Wilkinson's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As she pulled back, she kept her face close to his, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And my face?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. "What do you think of my face, Mr. Wilkinson?"

Mr. Wilkinson found himself losing all remaining resistance to Lily's charms, his body and mind fully under her spell. "Your face," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "It's full of mischief, with a playfulness in your eyes that draws me in. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm living on the edge, like I'm experiencing a rush that my wife could never give me."

Lily's lips curled into a seductive smile as she licked them slowly, her gaze fixed on Mr. Wilkinson's face. "And what else do you see in my face?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire.

Mr. Wilkinson's eyes roamed over Lily's features, taking in the wild, lustful gaze that seemed to consume him. "Your gaze is so different from my wife's," he said, his voice low and husky. "She's always so careful and controlled, but with you, I feel like I'm being pulled into a world of passion and danger."

Lily's grin turned wicked as she felt Mr. Wilkinson's arousal growing even stronger within her, as if he had found a new gear. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her voice husky and full of promise. "More."

Mr. Wilkinson could see the hunger in Lily's eyes, and he knew that she was desperate to hear more of his compliments. He was more than happy to oblige, his voice rough with desire as he spoke. "Your hair is softer than my wife's," he said, running his fingers through the silken strands. "And it smells so amazing. I can't get enough of that scent."

Lily's brow furrowed with disappointment at his words. "Is that all?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.

"No, no," Mr. Wilkinson said quickly, sensing her disappointment. "Your hair is also so much more beautiful than my wife's. It's like rays of light, while her hair is just ordinary and mousy. Yours is truly stunning."

Lily's smile returned, triumphant as she leaned down to capture Mr. Wilkinson's lips in a passionate kiss. Her creamy thighs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her body clinging to him as she drew out the pleasure of their lovemaking.

"And finally," Lily declared, leaning forward to rub her breasts against Mr. Wilkinson's chest as she teased him mercilessly. "Compare our tits. Tell me, Mr. Wilkinson, what makes my breasts better than your wife's?"

Mr. Wilkinson's resistance was long gone as Lily's body pressed against his, his cock begging for release. "Your breasts are so much bigger than hers," he replied, trying to maintain some control over his voice.

"And?" Lily prompted, arching her back to thrust her breasts out even further as she fondled them seductively.

"And they're so much firmer," Mr. Wilkinson continued, his hands practically itching with desire to reach out and touch her. "Your breasts are like two perfect, ripe melons, while my wife's are small and saggy in comparison."

Lily pouted slightly, her lips forming a seductive pout as she asked, "Is that all?" She could never grow tired of hearing Mr. Wilkinson's compliments, especially as a woman who had never been compared favorably to anyone before her transformation.

"No, no," Mr. Wilkinson admitted, his voice strained with desire. "Your breasts are also much smoother than my wife's. They're just...unnngh...perfection."

Lily traced her fingers over her erect nipples, a moan escaping her lips as she asked, "And what about my nipples? Do you like my nipples?"

"They're...incredible," Mr. Wilkinson replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've never seen anything like them. They're so sensitive and perfect."

Lily leaned in closer, her voice dripping with honey as she asked, "So you think my breasts are better than your wife's in every way?"

"Yes," Mr. Wilkinson replied without hesitation. "There's no comparison. Your breasts are absolute perfection."

Lily smiled, pleased by his compliments. "Why, Mr. Wilkinson, I had no idea you were so skilled with words," she cooed, running a hand seductively down her body. "Perhaps you can show me just how much you appreciate me, in a way that words cannot express."

Lily's triumph was clear on her face as she allowed Mr. Wilkinson to reach out and touch her, her body craving his rough, calloused hands. She guided his hands to her breasts, gasping as he kneaded them roughly, her nipples hard and sensitive beneath his touch. She writhed and moaned against him, her body begging for more of his attentions.

Mr. Wilkinson eagerly complied, rolling Lily's nipples between his thumb and forefinger as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He could feel her heat pressing against him, could sense that she was just as ready as he was.

"Now then," Lily panted, her voice heavy with desire. "Please me as you wish. Show me just how much you appreciate my body."

Mr. Wilkinson's mouth shot towards one of Lily's breasts, enveloping it as he began to lick and suck hungrily. It was like a dream come true, as if he was indulging in a fantasy he had never even known he had. He couldn't believe how different her breasts felt from his wife's smaller ones - they were so much bigger and more succulent, filling his hands with their soft, pliant flesh.

Lily must have read the thoughts on his face, because she began to speak, her voice low and seductive. "Doesn't my body feel better than your wife's, Mr. Wilkinson? Isn't it so much more exciting to be with a real woman, a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it?"

Mr. Wilkinson could only nod in agreement, his body thrumming with desire as he gazed at Lily. She was right - his wife could never compare to her. Lily was everything he had ever wanted in a woman - beautiful, confident, and so sexy. He couldn't believe how magnetic she was, how intoxicating. She was like a siren, luring him in with her sultry looks and seductive curves.

"Yesssssss," Lily purred, her breasts filling Mr. Wilkinson's hands as he worshiped them. "Your wife is nothing compared to me. She's just a pathetic little twig, while I am a true woman, full of curves and sensuality."

Mr. Wilkinson would do anything she asked at this point, and Lily knew she had complete control over him. He eagerly kept licking and sucking her breasts, his tongue and lips working her sensitive flesh until she was moaning with pleasure. He loved how responsive she was, how he could make her body tremble with just a few simple touches. Lily was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, and he knew he would never be able to resist her again.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips moving back to hers as he kissed her deeply. "My wife means nothing to me anymore. You are the only one I want, Lily."Those words were enough to send Lily over the edge. She began to thrust into him with a force and speed that would have been violating if he wasn't completely in a lustful trance. She could feel her orgasm building inside her, desperate to be released, and she knew that she was only a few thrusts away from ecstasy.

"I worship you, Mistress," Mr. Wilkinson continued, his words sending Lily over the edge as she let out a loud cry of pleasure. Her body was engulfed in waves of ecstasy, her tightly clenched pussy pulsing around Mr. Wilkinson's throbbing cock as she reached the peak of her orgasm.

Mr. Wilkinson too reached his climax moments later, grunting and groaning in ecstasy as he filled Lily with his heat. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Lily sat there in the afterglow of such an intense orgasm, her body still trembling with pleasure. She couldn't help but think about the power she held over Mr. Wilkinson, how easy it had been to manipulate and control him. She loved her beauty and the power it gave her, loved how eager Mr. Wilkinson had been to please her. It was much more fun to have this kind of control over people than to make them forget, and Lily knew that he wouldn’t be the last.

Lily couldn't help but let her mind wander to fantasies of seducing other men, imagining the things she could make them do. She pictured them kissing her all over her body, worshipping every curve of her voluptuous figure. She imagined them begging her to let them touch her, and then finally giving in to her demands.

She could feel her excitement building as she thought about it, her body throbbing with desire. She loved the thrill of the chase, the power she felt when she was in control.

She gazed at her reflection in Mr. Wilkinson's mirror, her eyes drinking in the sight of her own body. She saw the way men looked at her with a mix of admiration and hunger, saw the way they squirmed with desire at the thought of what they would do to her if she allowed them. She loved the way her curves flowed, the softness of her skin, and the hypnotic allure of her eyes. She was a temptress, a siren, and she reveled in it.

Lily relished the feel of her own body as she ran her hands down her curves, loving the way it made men weak in the knees. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she just kept getting more beautiful - could she make men tremble with just a look, make them beg for more with just a touch? Could she use this power to get whatever, or whoever, she wanted? Could she be a seductress, a temptress, a mistress - someone always in control, someone who bent men to her will, making them worship her every desire?

Of course, these were just silly thoughts. She was with Mike now, and she knew she would never do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Still, it was fun to let her mind wander and imagine the possibilities.

As Lily was getting dressed, Mr. Wilkinson woke up and the reality of what had happened hit him. He immediately started crying, overcome with guilt and shame. Lily wanted to feel bad for him, but she couldn't help but smirk as she thought about how he had worshiped her, about how easily she had manipulated him.

She exited his office with a sense of confidence and power flowing through her veins, feeling smug and satisfied as she left him behind. It was a heady feeling, and one that she knew she would never forget.