DPS - Football Practice Drop In Part 1

Football Practice Drop In Part 1

“Is that you, Dana?” her mom shouted from downstairs.

“Hmph,” Dana uttered to herself, floating in her bedroom. She had been completely silent, but opening the second floor window from outside had emitted a grinding creak. And then burning down the screen with the most minimal touch of her heat vision had created a sizzling sound.

After blowing the ashes in and carefully jackknifing through the small opening without doing any further damage, especially with her protruding breasts, Dana floated over to her closet. Of course, she could fashion new clothes against her body by bending even the air to her will, but she missed wearing her clothes. And it was especially fun to wear them now that she had grown in all the right places in that one fateful night, limbs longer, breasts larger, her already perfect body ascending beyond perfection. Her clothes fit around her chest like a second skin, showing off her stunning underboobs and leaving an incredible amount of her tantalizingly long arms and even longer legs on full display.

She looked at her crochet sticks, a hobby that she truly enjoyed but kept secret, in order to avoid the annoying teasing she would get if anyone caught her doing it. “Oh look, Dana’s getting into her old age! How are Ethel and Betsy doing, hmm? Knitting good pot holders?” Dana’s eyes narrowed at the thought. Maybe she should crochet at school. It would make class less boring, and then she could choke out some bitches. Show them what it’s like to be tall like her, and then some, while their feet dangle at her sexy knees as she gripped them by their throats with her super fingers, their weight lighter than air to her super arm.

Her fit, lascivious body blurred. She reappeared from hovering near her dresser to hovering next to her desk. Into her backpack the needles went, along with a couple of balls of yarn. Dana couldn’t wait to see how fast she could crochet now. It had taken her months to get to a point where she was satisfied with her cute little yellow ducks and beanies, but things like shawls and outer coats looked, well, like a grandmother’s work. With her insane precision and super mind, she expected to be able to make mind-blowing outfits for herself. She also wondered how her super-sexed body would take handiwork that was actually her own, and morph it into something befitting of the goddess that she now was.

“Dana!! Your dad better not be sending you home through taxi service! You tell him that’s coming out of his alimony paycheck!” her mom screeched. “Dana?! Are you there?”

Dana ignored her mother. Dressed in a pair of sneakers, tight black denim shorts, and a skintight sporty red and black top that hugged the miraculous curve of her upstanding breasts that never quit, she had a wicked idea. She knew that the football team gathered to practice at 6:00 AM, a rather inhumane time. If she left now, she could catch the tail end of her practice.

If she left now.

Dana brought her long fingers up to her red, pouty, kissable lips. She stifled a laugh, floating there in midair as her body shook with mirth. If I left now, she thought to herself, I could probably circle the globe a few times and still catch the end of practice!

Though, with no one to show it off to or to lord it over them about, Dana decided it wasn’t worth it. What was the point? Showing off to herself something that she intuited that she could do?

...Curse that stupid fucking useless Oliver. He might be a mediocre lay, but he was useful for something. He was a useful partner in her power and erotic games. Well, puppet more than partner.

And that was exactly the way she liked it.

Dana checked the clock on her wall. If she dilly dallied any longer, she might only be able to take two trips around the earth instead of three before catching football practice. So, she folded her body and tucked her hypersensual, supremely desirable long legs underneath her, then shot forward like a coiled spring, flying out of her now permanently open bedroom window.

If her mom complained about the chilly air coming in at night, then she could hit up her dad for some more money. That would be a fun family get together. Dana could just go somewhere else while it happened and tune out her super hearing.

Dana landed gracefully and silently on the green grass well behind the locker building, where she’d raped Oliver and his whole lacrosse team the week before. Thoughts of her conquest and her hypnotic breasts causing them all to stay quiet made her pussy grow hot, her sleek, muscular folds churning with need. The hardest part of having her superpowers was to remember to keep it at a limited—yet obviously far beyond human level—so that they could actually perceive that tiny facet of her hugely incomparable, highly erotic power.

So Dana blurred, her legs flowing like a graceful gazelle, her long strides carrying her long limbs to the edge of the football field in about three strides. There, she stopped and approached like a regular human would—albeit far taller than the average human, and about a million times more alluring and attractive. The long strides of her beautifully toned, muscular yet still feminine legs, ate up the distance in just a few steps.

“You guys have drop in auditions to get in, don’t you?” Dana stood next to the coach all of a sudden.

The middle aged, balding coach jumped on the spot, startled by Dana’s unexpected and undetected presence. A breeze of a sweet, honeyed, feminine scent wafted over his nostrils. His heartbeat quickened, even before he turned to gaze upon perfection.

And then he looked.

The girl’s body was goddess-like, a deity of love and fertility lifted straight off of the pages of mythology and brought to life.

“Miss, uh...”

“Sawyer,” Dana smirked at his stunned status.

“Trials are over. Not to mention, this is a boys’ football team. Um,” he didn’t want to embarrass her with his answer, but he also didn’t want her to leave. “Are you a freshman?”

“Senior. I thought my new talents might come in handy,” she answered mysteriously, a twinkle in her pointedly green eyes.

Those were certainly some talents, Coach Carter thought to himself, staring at the twin swells of her mountainous breasts. He hadn’t even had the opportunity to look at any other part of Dana’s hypersexual, alluring body. In fact, the longer he stared at his breasts, the harder he got, and the harder he found to look away from them. They seemed to have some sort of gravitic pull on his eyes, pulling him deeper and deeper.

“Ah, well, uh, it’s very rare for older students to drop in. Usually they would have already done it, or perhaps... are you a transfer student?” he asked, stalling for time.

“Nope. Been here all four years. Last Friday I found the lacrosse boys a trifle bit inadequate.”

“Ah, well, football is a full, um, contact sport,” Coach Carter’s vision was dimming, save for the outline of Dana’s tight, clingy red and blue top and the way those twin spheres bulged at him. They were so high, so proud and round and perky, and... were those a pair of nipples that he saw!? The background turned into a pure velvet black, putting Dana’s tits front and center.

“Contact, you say,” Dana brought her long fingers up to her lips in mock surprise. “Do you think someone like little old me could handle it?”

Coach Carter’s lip just trembled. He found himself unable to speak. His mind was turning to molasses, slow to process and unable to pull itself back up. All he could think about was going to his office and masturbating to the sight of Dana’s tits. Today, tomorrow, forever, masturbating to the sight of those fully covered breasts.

He found himself turning around and moving back to his office, to do just that. He didn’t even question his actions. It was a compulsion that he could no longer ignore.

Dana threw her head back and laughed. It had been a while since she’d hypnotized someone, and her first time doing it with her breasts fully covered!

She turned her attention to the boys, who were just starting to notice that their coach was no longer barking out orders.

“Hey Coach! Coach! Where are you going?” one of them yelled.

Another one elbowed him hard. He flicked his head conspicuously in Dana’s direction.

Soon, all the boys were just standing, looking at her.

“Your Coach told me I could try out for your team. Anyone object?” Dana’s voice was loud and clear, with a dark promise of seduction.

“Oh hell yeah!” they all agreed.

“Don’t take it easy on me now...” Dana flaunted her long arms, raising them above her head and tracing the backs of her fingers, inch by inch, highlighting the supreme curve of her figure from her smooth shoulders, down to the boundary breaking swell of her breasts, swooping into her tiny waist, and flaring back out to her wide hips and athletic thighs. “I’m a lot to handle.”

Most of the boys hollered. Some of them just stared at the spectacle of her beauty on display, their penises growing far too stiff in their jocks.

“Don’t you want to put on some safety gear?” one of the boys asked.

“I think I’ll be okay. Let’s do some practice before we get to... what do you call it? Rehearsal?” Dana feigned ignorance coyly.

“Practice!” Some of the boys snickered.

“What are these?” Dana sauntered over to metal contraption with pads mounted on them. She rested her perfectly manicured hands on the dirty material.

“It’s a push sled,” one of the boys stepped forward. Dana had often seen him eating lunch in the main quad, the clear leader of his athlete group. “It’s for building muscle and power,” he flexed a bicep and patted the mound that bulged up, clearly proud of his body.

“Oh yeah? It seems a little light to me.” Dana folded her elbow down and extended just her index finger and placed it against the pad. And then, effortlessly, she pushed.

The entire padded contraption, metal bars and all, slid smoothly on the grass with her throwaway movement.

“Well, that’s cuz there isn’t any weight on it yet,” the leader explained, not realizing the depths of power that Dana’s little feat required. “I’m Brian, by the way. We should hang out.”

“Hang out? Is that all you want?” Dana understood the intention, but she wanted to play her game. “Want me to paint your toes, do your makeup, have a sleepover?”

“The last one sounds good,” Brian smirked.

“Tell you what,” Dana purred, her voice smoky and seductive. Despite having the finest precision control over her superhumanly strong and dense muscles, even Dana was surprised by the waves of erotic power coming out of her mouth. Mid sentence, she idly wondered just how far she could push it. If she could imitate others’ voices.

Her super mind processed her thoughts in tandem with her speaking. To the football boys, she hadn’t even paused a titch as her superior mind multitasked invisibly to the outside observer.

“If you can keep me from pushing this weird big metal fork, I’ll hang out with you,” Dana used his parlance.

Even as she spoke and promised them a taste of her heaven that she knew they could never reach, Dana practiced subvocalizing with her throat, performing what she deemed was a perfect high, nasally impression of Oliver’s older sister Pauline.

Brian pumped his arms, flexing his fairly impressive barreled chest. Dana peered at it through his uniform and all of his protective padding, her emerald eyes aglow with otherworldly light. Dana really didn’t care much for the look, even though it clearly was born out of hard work. Besides, her prodigious breasts could crush those bulky muscles into gore if she pressed with a tiny fraction of her strength.

The boys whooped and hollered as Brian leered quite conspicuously at the twin bulges. Dana encouraged his lecherous stares, subtly shifting her pose, tensing her core, and arching her back ever so slightly to push them out, making them look even more mouthwatering as her nipples, large and erect, tented her t-shirt.

Brian suddenly found his gait a little awkward, his tights far too tight.

“Alright, Dana. I know you hang out with Oliver from that pussy lacrosse team all the time. It’s time you saw what a real sport and a real man are like,” Brian’s voice was shaky, the anticipation of spending a night with Dana driving him wild. “Here, as a gentleman, I’ll even give you a chance.”

He placed one of his cleats on the flat rectangular surface, knee cocked, and leaned on it with his elbow and upper body. “Go ahead,” he winked and clicked his tongue.

“Aw, I’ll try my best,” Dana replied, her voice fake and saccharine.

With her hands still on her hips, Dana swiveled sexily, standing on one long luscious leg, extending the other, and nudged the huge sled with the toe of her shoe. The entire contraption slid along the freshly mowed, wet grass, leaving some slightly flattened earth underneath it.

“Hey, what? Whoa!” Brian panicked.

Dana suppressed a chuckle.

“Yo I wasn’t ready. Is this some sort of trick? Someone put lube on this thing?”

“I don’t think we’ll be having any sleepovers,” Dana still fluttered her lashes at him, biting her lower lip as she cast a seductive gaze upon him.

“No, wait! Come on!” Brian begged, his bravado gone. He placed his body in a diagonal line, one leg on the platform, one leg bracing against the wet grass as he grit himself for Dana’s push. “Okay, go now!”

“Okay...” Dana cast a doubtful, pitying look upon him. She only gave the thing a brief tap with the toe of her sneaker this time.

Clang!

The sled shuddered but slid only a little. Nowhere near as much as Brian’s backwards flight. He screamed as he lost his footing, flung backwards by nothing but Dana’s casual touch.

Dana waited for him to stagger back onto his feet. “Okay, tell you what. If you need more people to hold... this still, I’ll hang out with all of you if you can manage to stop me.”

“Boys!” Brian ordered.

But they didn’t have to be told twice. Or even once. The entire team rallied behind their captain, not so much as showing solidarity with him against this unstoppable, unopposable, unfathomably strong super beauty, but to get a chance to have intimate contact with her.

Dana stood completely still, not even breathing while they huffed and puffed to take their places on the sled. All the boys took positions on the metal slabs, while the extraneous ones braced behind them to help. Brian was front and center.

“I hope you can handle all of us in one night,” Brian announced. His whole team cheered behind him.

“Yeah, about that,” Dana sneered.

She placed a single foot on her end of the sled, knee cocked, while the other remained on solid ground. And when she straightened that long, sleek, toned leg, instead of pushing herself backward against the combined might and weight of a strong, well-trained high school football team, the contraption, and therefore the team itself, slid backwards on the morning grass.

They yelped and screamed, gritting their teeth as they tried to push against Dana’s single leg. If they could have managed to look up, they would’ve seen a large, bright smile on her beatific face as her long, svelte arms remained stationary on her wide, fertile hips. All of them lost their footing while Dana’s sole left leg remained perfectly rooted.

Brian and the ones standing on the sled felt the bar slam into their chests as they leaned into the sled, doing their best to put their body weight into it.

“That’s... impossible!” he screamed as he essentially became a paperweight seemingly weighing as light as paper on the metal training tool.

And just before the sled was about to maim and dismember the team members behind and on the ground, Dana pushed down on the machine with that lone foot, immediately halting its motion. She also happened to put a big dent in the metal where her sneaker was touching it, sinking it into the dirt and grass as the other end raised into the air like a seesaw.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Dana sighed theatrically, pretending to be disappointed. Her superbreath wafted over them, ruffling their air, suffusing them in her honeyed and vanilla perfumed scent. “And I thought you boys were supposed to be strong and tough!” She twirled her long, slim index finger in her fiery red hair as she pretended to muse about it.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we play an actual game. All of you against me. I don’t know the first thing about football, so surely you can handle little old me.”

Dana raised her long, lithe arms into the air and arched her back, putting her gravity defying, youthful, full breasts on breathtaking display. She traced the back of her hands down the wicked curves of her body, highlighting her voluptuous proportions, her cinched, pencil thin waist, then traveling down her feminine hips and smooth, silken, strong and toned thighs.

All of the boys gasped, their wounds and their beating forgotten.

They were all moths, and they couldn’t be helped but be drawn to Dana’s simmering beauty that made the sun seem dim in comparison. They knew they were flirting with their own destruction, but Dana’s nubile, voluptuous body... even without her hypnotic powers or all-conquering pheromones, they were lost in the tightest grip of yearning for her sexy body, just by looking at her.

“Take it easy, boys. I heard football is a really tough, brutal sport, only for the manliest of men...” Dana grinned.