Lupe. Lupe came from a slave trade. The slave ring was known as overprotective and controlling parents. As a child, she wondered why all of her siblings would promptly stop appearing at all holidays and family events once they moved out of their parent's home. She'd found herself understanding by the time she entered high school. 
	She'd never performed a single act without parental consent outside of using the toilet and even that was arguable. She woke up when her parents told her to. She went to bed on time. She never stayed out unless they gave their word which they rarely did. She'd always politely shake her head and decline everything. Her parent's didn't think highly of the arts, so she didn't join many clubs. She'd chosen her major, Law, based on the fact that her parents wanted her to make money despite never having any interest in the subject. Lupe understood nothing but a world of absolute obedience. College was a new world for her. 
	
	By her third year, Lupe had made some sort of sexual encounter with most of the people on campus. She realized early on that she couldn't ask her parents permission for sex and, therefor, they couldn't say no. She used this loophole to the full extent. 
	By her third year, she could, in layman’s terms, ride a dick so well that her partner would know what it's like to feel completely empty for the first time in her life. There was one boy, Thomas, that found himself unable to masturbate afterward and suffered from blue balls for six months until she finally gave in to his pleas. She'd never seen so much semen in her life. 
	By her third year, she'd mastered oral sex. She forced herself to change history teachers after her last one, a married woman, would orgasm heavily just at the sight of Lupe. Lupe eventually grew to regret that encounter as it led to a disgusting divorce. Eventually, a short talk and a long threeway later, the teacher and her husband were back together and going on a honeymoon every couple of months. Lupe had taught them some things. 
	By her third year, Lupe knew every possible erogenous zone and could find someone's just by the way they walked. She could understand everyone except for him.
	Now, Lupe had a little problem. She couldn't orgasm. No matter how long she could stay active, no matter what her partner of the night performed, no matter if the planets were aligned, she wouldn't orgasm. It would build until nothing happened. Even those on campus who were praised, or ridiculed depending on their gender, for their longevity in the sack couldn't keep up with her. Lupe had given up and settled for helping everyone else get their rocks off. She easily pulled whomever she wanted, so her pick wasn't limited. She constantly received praise for her long thick curls, her Aztec skin and her features. Her face was soft, her breasts were good handfuls and her butt was firm. She stood tall, but never overshadowed anyone with her height. She'd been a knockout and would have used it to her advantage in high school.
	At a party for mid-semester, as her classmates would find any reason to party, Lupe stood on the receiving end of approaching. She'd been searching for a new partner, but found most of her old ones attending the party. Hours later, she found herself lying in sheets of her own fluid. Her body shivered with excitement and sensitivity. Someone had made her orgasm. She needed more. 
	Earlier, while dancing mindlessly with people she barely considered friends, a tall man approached her. Lupe only vaguely remembered his features. She realized that her mind went fuzzy when he was around. He was taller than her and strong in more ways than one. 
	“I'm going to make you cum.”
	She shook. She'd been told that over and over again while always faking it in the end. But, she knew he wasn't lying. Before she knew what was going on, she stood in front of him nervously in his apartment bedroom. She hadn't been so nervous since her first time. 
	“Wait, you can't tell me what to do.” Her voice was coated in a Mexican accent. “I'm a feminist; I don't have to stand for this.”
	“So am I.” His voice was solid, but plain. Before Lupe could protest, he stated, “Shush.” 
	Her hands moved to her mouth. She felt bad. She wanted to apologize, but she knew that she shouldn't tell disobey. 
	“I'm a feminist as well. I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you want to do this, you do as I say. If that doesn't work for you, you can leave whenever you want.” His eyes met hers. “But, as long as you're here, I'm in complete control and I don't want to hear any complaining.”
	“Yes, master.” Lupe jumped at her own words. Somehow, it felt correct, but she didn't want to be a slave. 
	“Now, strip.” Lupe removed all of her clothes and stood completely open to this stranger. Before she could tell what happened, he was inside of her. There was no foreplay. There was no preparation. Violent sex. Her cheeks flushed; her ears buzzed. He pulled out for a moment. She thought she pissed herself from exhilaration. She'd only been made to squirt once before. She didn't consider herself to be quite used to it just yet. Before she could catch her breath, he rammed into her again. “Cum.” 
	She heard the command and, for the first time, she experienced an orgasm. She wanted a break, but he continued harder and deeper. He repeated the command and she did as she was told. He pulled her by her hair without removing himself from her. 
	“I'm sorry. I told you to cum. When I tell you to cum, I need you to cum so hard that you black out in a pool of your own juices, am I understood?”
	“Yes, master.”
	“Now, cum.”
	She woke up  hours later in a pool of her own fluids as she'd been commanded. Her body ached.  At the doorway, she could see her partner standing and eating cereal. She could finally get a good look at him. He wasn't very tall, but taller than average. His body was toned, but he clearly didn't work out often or play a sport as he still had a bit of a stomach. His hair didn't exist. His penis was a little longer than average, but not enough to make her afraid. He wore glasses. 
	“I brought you some clothes to wear today.”
	Lupe didn't argue. Somehow, despite not being particularly special, he could control her. She didn't want to say “no.” She was afraid of the pleasure he could make her feel. She wouldn't be able to focus and that both scared and enticed her. “What am I wearing, master?” 
	He tilted his head toward a chair. Shorts that were much shorter than Lupe'd ever been allowed to wear and a dress shirt. On the ground were boots. “You'll also be wearing this push up bra and these vibrating panties. I can control the vibration with a remote I have. You will not turn it off or remove them.”
	“Yes.”
	“You are not to cum without my permission.”
	“Yes.”

	Months later, Lupe never dreamt of fitting into her old clothes. She had gained far too much weight. Her waist was still small, or at least no larger than the average woman, but her breasts and butt had grown oh so much.
	She'd found her master in bed with another woman. Instead of being angry or sad with him, all she could think of was bettering herself. The woman in bed with him was so, well, thick. Her breasts were large. From the bra Lupe picked up in the doorway, 36G. Her thick hips could crush a melon and her butt. Lupe wondered how she managed to find jeans in her size. It couldn't be cupped or held in a single hand. 
	Lupe cried. She wasn't quite jealousy of her, but wanted to be her. 
	“Relax.” Lupe stopped crying at the command. “Come up here. And, you. Izzy. Pleasure her. Show her all that you can do with your large body.”
	Lupe understood why her master was with this woman. There was always more to touch. She couldn't hold her entire butt with both hands. Her hips kept her warm and in place. Her breasts consumed her face. There was so much of this woman to go around. There was so much squishiness and firmness. Lupe pushed her off. She needed to feel herself between Izzy's thighs. She shoved her head between her legs until her nose probed her clitoris. Lupe hadn't lost her touch. Izzy screamed in ecstasy. Lupe experienced something wet on the top of her head. Milk. The woman began lactating.  Lupe went nuts and probed further. 
	“Cum.”
	Lupe woke up hours later. She had began to enjoy the sleep she received from being forced to orgasm. 
	“If you want to truly pleasure me, I need you to be more like her. She's gone now.”
	“Master, please. I want to be bigger than her. Her butt was amazing. It was so big and mesmerizing. The silence when I was between her legs was so calming. And her breasts. They poured as she came. I want to do that. I want to make so much milk that I soak through my shirts when I'm hot.  I wanna be the biggest so that you never look at anyone else again. So big.” Lupe had been hypnotized.
	“Then start growing. Grow until you're the biggest. When you get turned on, lactate until you soak through your shirt. Cum endlessly from touching these extremities until your body grows sore and your arms tired. That's a command.”

	The next six months became the most exciting of Lupe's life. 
	Her butt was the first to grow. Her hips expanded over the course of time. She took any dance class that focused on her lower body. She experienced stares of envy and lust from all around her at all times. She loved the way everyone stared or stole a glance. It jiggled, but remained firm to the touch. Initially, she thought the exercises were making her butt and hips grow, but soon threw that concept as far from herself as possible. At fifty inches, she measured daily, she realized that there was no way any exercises that could cause such growth. Her butt stopped growing at around eighty inches. She was forced to wear thongs and g-strings as nothing else worked with her massive posterior. Her butt was more than a shovel-ful. Getting through doors became a struggle. She needed multiple chairs to sit comfortably or else her butt would fall over the edges. Her master helped her bathe as doing it herself became a chore. She came every time he slapped it and she would do everything in per power to deserve long spankings.
	Her breasts were the next to grow. She noticed their growth slowly at first, however, eventually, she was breaking through bras every couple of days. She started at a healthy 34C, but that no longer applies. It wasn't long before she had caught up to Izzy and then some. She would always wear her bras until they literally broke from her sheer size. It took most of her concentration to not play with them constantly. Her master could barely afford to get new clothes every time she soaked on through. She wore heels so that walking would make her jiggle that much more. One day, she awoke to the feeling of her breasts completely covering her stomach. She came on the spot. She could finally hug her breasts and never realized how happy it would make her. Her nipple grew dark and large. When her master allowed it, she would use them to penetrate young ladies who were willing to try something new. It took all of her concentration to not constantly leak milk. Her breasts finally stopped growing when she could barely reach her nipples. Big, full and round. They obscured most of her vision. 
	
	Her breasts bounced in her bra that was far too small. She wasn't allowed to wear panties that day, so her butt bounced more than usual. Her dress desperately held on attempting not to tear at every seam. Her nipple peaked over the edge of her dress to glance at the world. At 280lbs, she was the fairly large. And, when her parents told her to come home from the summer, she responded, “No.”