A Day in the Life of the Hottest Girl in School
by Dexter Xavier
Copyright© 2026 by Dexter Xavier
Mind Control Sex Story: Kylie McKenzie is the hottest girl in school. Any time someone gets their hands on something -- a time-stopping watch, a hypnotic chime, a genie in a ring -- they *always* use it to take advantage of her.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Fa ft Mult Teenagers Mind Control Lesbian Heterosexual TransGender School Vignettes Genie Magic Group Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Teacher/Student ENF .
1
Kylie McKenzie was the hottest girl in school.
You know the type. Blonde, with her hair done up in bouncy pigtails. Perfect, creamy skin, with perfect liner around her green eyes, perfect red gloss on her pouty lips. Cheer captain and the one who looked best in the skimpy white-and-red uniform. The cap-sleeved crop top stretched across her beautifully-developed breasts and exposed her smooth, flat belly, while the pleated skirt fluttered around her smooth, slender thighs. White socks climbed her long legs, and ultimately tucked into her lightweight white shoes.
She was the hottest girl in school. Everyone knew it; everyone wanted her.
So any time someone got a special advantage, Kylie was the first one they targeted.
It was Monday morning, almost 8 o’clock, when Justin caught sight of her. She stood out, no matter how many other students were making their way through the gates alongside her. That bright smile shone from her face, and every movement just made her look even more gorgeous. Every step made her pigtails bounce, made her skirt flutter, made her chest shake.
Justin enjoyed those motions for as long as he could; he knew they wouldn’t last forever, especially not with his plans.
While he watched her, his fingertips traced over his new wristwatch. He’d just found it in his bag on Friday afternoon, and once he’d discovered its secrets, he knew exactly how he needed to use it. Just before Kylie passed him by, he hit the STOP button.
Silence. The sound of footsteps, chatter, morning birdsong — all the sound in the world — came to a stop. Because everything came to a stop, period, time frozen around Justin.
Even though it didn’t make a sound, he still felt his watch ticking, thrumming against the back of his wrist. He didn’t have forever. He finally stepped out from behind the gate’s post and weaved between halted bodies to make his way right up to Kylie. She didn’t react to his approach, still staring up at the school’s clocktower. Still wearing that dazed, ditzy smile on her face. She couldn’t react to him, no matter what he did.
Just the thought made his heart skip a beat, but he didn’t have time to linger on the thought.
He finally did what he’d been daydreaming about since freshman year. He grabbed Kylie’s breasts. Every instinct in him expected to get slapped — but no, she was still frozen. Still a statue, but one made of flesh instead of stone.
Such spectacular flesh. On the second squeeze, he let himself focus on enjoying it. Even through the layers of her top and bra, he could feel how soft she was, breasts squishing under his grasp. How warm she was, warm and alive even though he didn’t feel a heartbeat. This wasn’t a fantasy, wasn’t a dream. He was really feeling up Kylie McMahon, and the only sound in the world was his groan of rising lust.
More. While touching her was his favourite fantasy, it wasn’t the only one, and he needed more.
He yanked up the hem of that little crop top and the sports bra under it and her breasts sprang free, giving just a little jiggle before they settled back into stillness. And holy shit, they were more perfect than anything he’d pictured. High and round despite their wonderful size. Her areolas were a deep, rosy pink, each as wide across as two fingertips together. God, Justin wished he could take a picture, but his phone didn’t work in frozen time. He’d just have to memorise the sight.
And the feel, hands curving around her naked breasts. They felt even softer this way. And the taste — he wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking on her sweet, clean skin. Somehow, the peak hardened under his teasing, her skin growing flushed with arousal even while her heart was frozen.
He wanted more. He started reaching for her skirt, but the thrumming against his wrist grew more urgent. His time had almost run out. Had it been four minutes already? Justin turned and hurried away into the crowd.
When time resumed, Kylie gasped and stumbled. That jerky motion caused a wobble through her suddenly-exposed breasts, pulling attention onto them — not just hers, but everyone’s. The whole school got a glimpse before she pulled her shirt back down.
But to her, it didn’t just feel like her tits had popped out. It felt like they’d been teased for at least two minutes, leaving her nipples tight, her skin flushed, her heart racing...
The bell rang. She didn’t have time to think about it, so she just ran to her first class.
And Justin watched her go. Once his watch recharged, he’d be back. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt her or torment her, but ... he couldn’t resist. She was the hottest girl in school. Irresistible. Intoxicating.
2
Kylie made it to class without further incident. At first, she paid less attention to the lesson than to her bookish friend Esther. The mousy brunette looked cute in her tight ribbed sweater, with a pink-white-blue trans pride flag pinned to her shoulder. And she still had her nose in that tome she’d picked up on Friday.
Well, they’d catch up later. A soft ‘ding’ filled the room and pulled Kylie’s attention to the front.
Mrs de Marco stood at the head of the classroom, behind the desk, and looked over the body of students. It was remarkable; with that simple ding, she had everyone paying attention.
She struck the chime again for good measure, and smiled as the eyes in the front row glazed over. She’d only found it the day before, stuffed into her bag along with her lesson plans: a little metal chime with a wooden handle, strange symbols inscribed along the shaft. The tone it gave off made people attentive, eager to listen.
Suggestible.
Mrs de Marco had thrown out her lesson plans. She had better ideas now, all starring that blonde beauty in the front row. “Miss McKenzie, please come to the front. I’ll need your help with today’s lesson.”
“Yes ma’am.” Kylie’s tone was bright and cheerful, with only the slightest edge of daze. She bounced forth, pigtails springing, and stood in front of the desk. “What do you need me to do, ma’am?”
Mrs de Marco struck the chime again, letting it hum while she looked Kylie up and down. “Today’s lesson...” She took a deep breath and turned to face the class. “ ... is sexual education. This will be a practical unit, and Miss McKenzie here will be our anatomical model and practice doll.” She waited for the shock, the outrage, but it didn’t come. They all just watched, bright-eyed and attentive. There was no way she could have got away with this before, but the raw possibility of that chime intoxicated her.
“Miss McKenzie?” Her voice trembled with excitement. “Undress.”
“Yes ma’am.” Without hesitation, as if she’d asked for nothing more questionable than writing an equation out on the whiteboard. Kylie stripped quickly, efficiently, and folded each article as she went, until they were all piled neatly on her desk...
... and she was naked in front of everyone. Naked except for her socks and shoes, nothing left that actually obscured her body. Mrs de Marco stared. Every inch of her was perfection, not just of genetics but of grooming. Mrs de Marco was only half that smooth on a date night, and Kylie made it look effortless.
The rest of the class stared with her. Their eyes were still glazed, but even in that suggestible state, the sight of Kylie drew their attention, painted thrilled flushes across their faces.
Mrs de Marco had to look at her notes to remember what came next. The sight of the girl’s body had left her speechless, and she had to clear her throat while she hit the chime again. “Sit on the desk, facing your classmates. Let them see you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kylie hopped onto the desk, a pretty bounce rippling through her natural chest as she settled. She kept her knees together, but her shoulders straight and her hands at her sides.
Mrs de Marco began the lesson proper. “These are a woman’s breasts.” Rather than a mere pointer, she ‘indicated’ them with her hands, by grabbing and squeezing. Their mass overflowed her grasp, encouraging her to explore; and Kylie gasped with sensation rather than surprise, leaning up into it while the chime had her dazed. “A particularly magnificent pair, at that.” Her fingers flexed as she spoke, kneading, and Kylie’s breath came faster. “When you’re lucky enough to get your hands on breasts, remember, don’t just grab and squeeze. Massage. Do that, and you’ll get rewarded.” That reward came in the form of a soft whine from Kylie, the blonde’s eyes rolling back. Several students actually took notes.
“But even as lovely as breasts like these are,” Mrs de Marco said, “you must not neglect her nipples. They’re the most sensitive part. There are many ways to stimulate nipples. Rub them.” She circled them with her fingertips, drawing them into tightness that had to be uncomfortable. “Pinch them, but be careful not to exceed your partner’s pain threshold.” Her fingertips came together, carefully dialling up the force until she heard a groan. “And of course, you can use your mouth.” She sucked one of Kylie’s nipples. Huh, why did she taste saliva already?
The question fled her mind when she heard Kylie moan, felt the blonde arch up towards her. Actually experiencing her was better than anything Mrs de Marco could have imagined. It was time to continue the lesson, to escalate. She needed to. “Open your thighs.” Her words came out more as a desperate plea than a command.
It didn’t matter. “Yes ma’am.” Kylie’s breathing was unsteady, her skin flushed, arousal joining the hypnotised glaze in her eyes. But she still moved with perfect grace as she adjusted her stance: she scooted back until she could bring her legs up onto the desk with her and parted them, one heel resting on each of the desk’s front corners. Exposing herself, opening herself.
Now that it was flush with desire, her sex looked even more beautiful. It blossomed like a flower heavy with morning dew, and her hairlessness meant nothing concealed the sight. “This is a vagina.” Her tone was awed. How long had it been since she’d seen one that wasn’t in a mirror or on a screen? As she described each part of the anatomy, she traced them with her fingertips. Even that soft touch soon had Kylie whining, hips jolting towards her. It made Mrs de Marco want to rush ahead to the best part, but she successfully waited until the time came naturally.
“Pay special attention here, especially you boys.” One hand stroked upward, pulling at Kylie’s skin to draw her hood a little more open; the other pointed, staying away for the moment. “This is her clitoris. Very important. Handled properly, this is the secret to bringing a woman to orgasm — and that is the secret to getting them to sleep with you more than once.” Even a soft caress made Kylie react like she was being tased, tensing and jolting towards it. “Touch softly. Light caresses. However carefully you treat a girl’s nipples, you have to be three times as careful with her clit.” As she spoke, she circled the pad of a fingertip around and around, making her squirm. Mrs de Marco lowered her voice, to let everyone — especially herself — hear the sounds Kylie made. “But as she warms to it, you can give it more pressure, more stimulation...” She moved her fingertip faster, stroking, polishing. “Until...”
Kylie kept her legs dutifully parted, even as the tension rose throughout her body. Little tremors moved through her from time to time, her shoulders jolting back, her hips flexing, her thighs tightening. Her voice grew higher in pitch, whimpers turning into whines. Then gasps, deeper, hotter — and finally the tension broke, all at once. She screamed, convulsing there on the desk. Mrs de Marco kept her fingers moving, not letting Kylie descend too soon. She wanted to enjoy that, to sear the sights and sounds into her memory.
As the blonde slumped and caught her breath, Mrs de Marco stood tall and proud, wiping her fingers on a handkerchief. “And that is a girl’s orgasm. That is your goal, always.” Judging by the awe in their eyes, they understood the assignment already, just for its own sake.
Mrs de Marco checked the clock. She was almost out of time. Once more, she struck the chime, then reluctantly said, “Miss McKenzie, you may get dressed.” The girl pulled her neatly-piled clothes to herself and donned them as smoothly as she’d doffed them, hiding away magnificence that the teacher would never forget.
The teacher would never forget, but...
She cleared her throat. “This unit is a sensitive topic,” she said. “Do not talk about the events of this class with others. Or think about it too hard. Really, just forget about it until our next class.” She wasn’t sure she could actually command them to forget, but she could try.
Mrs de Marco should have felt bad, she knew. But any time she thought of the sight of Kylie naked on her desk, the feeling of her skin under her hands, the sounds she made as she came, the regret faded. She was the hottest girl in school. Irresistible. Intoxicating.
3
Kylie had enjoyed that lesson! As she left the classroom, it was hard to remember the details — like the memories had been suppressed, pushed down below the surface — but she still had that feeling that the class had been ... fun.
She found herself moving more smoothly, too, as she bounced from one class to the next. Her hips felt so much more relaxed for some reason. She hummed happily to herself and even started skip
Justin hit STOP.
The watch had recharged after an hour, but by then he’d been stuck in class; his stop duration wasn’t nearly long enough to leave class, find Kylie, enjoy himself, and get back to his seat. He had to wait for the better opportunity between classes, catch up to her in the hallway, then get time stopped. The space was less enclosed, less public than out at the gate, but they were still surrounded by others going from class to class.
He ignored them and went straight to his objective, his prize. Kylie floated in midair, paused in mid-skip. That pose put an underline under the nature of his time-stop.
And gave him an even better view of her thighs, her skirt caught mid-flounce. That reminded him of what he couldn’t get before, so he got right to work making up for lost time. His hands ran up her thighs — so smooth, her flesh soft to the touch even with how lithe and lean she was. Up up up, under the skirt. He reached back and cupped her ass through the thin, filmy fabric of her panties.
That was all that sat between him and her most private places: one thin, filmy layer. Even that was too much. He sank to his knees to reach better and peeled them down — down and off entirely, stuffed into his pocket. Still on his knees, he lifted her skirt for a better view. Kylie’s pussy was beautiful: her outer lips puffy, like they were ready and asking for more. Oh, the things he could do with her, if he just had more time. But he only had minutes at a stretch.
Snap decision. Those panties in his pocket gave him an idea: he couldn’t take pictures, so he’d keep trophies of a different kind. He kissed her thigh just once before he stood again.
His hands ran along her sides, feeling the flowing curve of her slim waistline. When he reached her top, he didn’t just lift it, but removed it. When he dropped it, it hung in the air nearby. It took him a precious moment to figure out how to unhook her bra, but then it came off easily.
And he had Kylie McKenzie topless, right there in the hallway. A beautiful sight, even before he straightened out her floating hair. He let himself enjoy it, copying the sight into his permanent memory, before he interrupted his own view, both hands kneading her chest. God, her breasts were every bit as perfect as they’d looked in her skimpy uniform.
Speaking of which. He was short on time, and he didn’t want to hurry again. He plucked the top from the air and pulled it back onto her, back into place — and stuffed her bra back into his pocket. One more look, one more squeeze — those breasts were addictive — and then he darted away. He actually had a little time left; if he unpaused on purpose, he’d recharge faster.
ping.
Kylie squealed, suddenly stumbling. She pinwheeled her arms and barely managed to catch her balance, to keep herself from completely falling over. And she felt especially unsteady—
Jiggle. With a gasp, she brought her arms to her chest, squishing in, trying to contain the braless wobbling that punctuated her stumbles. Braless? Where did it go? But that was less of a concern than the breeze she felt under her skirt. Her panties too? Just gone in a blink?
Another body bumped into her, reminding her that she was in the middle of a crowded hallway. If she made a big deal about her absent underwear, everyone around her would know.
And she had another class to get to anyway. So she blushed, but she got moving again. Just ... with less skipping. With how tiny her skirt was, that would be far too risky. Lucky for her, anyone who looked at her seemed much more taken with the unsecured wobbling of her breasts, the shape of her nipples, and didn’t even notice anything below her chest...
4
Hal hadn’t even gone to school that day; what he’d found in his pocket was far too intriguing.
It was a beautiful golden ring, set with a big, shining sapphire, and it fit him perfectly. That alone would have been a pleasant surprise, but what was really amazing was what happened when he slid the ring on his forefinger and rubbed the sapphire with his thumb.
Or, he should say, who happened. She still floated in midair near his doorway, her legs folded. A woman with flawless blue skin, her purple hair done in a high ponytail that hung past her hips. She wore a beautiful, and beautifully skimpy, harem costume, a half-top and loincloth skirt in red and purple silk. Easily the second-most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. His new genie, Saph.
It turned out he got more than three wishes, too. As long as he had that ring, his wish was her command. He’d already wished himself into having a much nicer room: bigger than should fit in the house, lavishly furnished, a king-sized bed he could sprawl out in. The silk felt heavenly against his skin.
He could have wished Saph out of her clothes and onto his dick too, but no, he was saving that. Lazily, he rolled and sat up, resting on his knees. And he spoke aloud a wish that everyone at school already had. “I wish Kylie McKenzie was naked in my bed right now.”
One second, Kylie had been on her way to class, stepping with as much care as she could without being late. Then she’d heard a clap, and she found herself on her back on a king-sized bed, the rest of her clothing gone. “What?” Her gaze whipped around. “What happened? Where am — oh!”
Hal had her right where he wanted, so he took what he wanted. Just grabbed her by the hips, pulled her close, and shoved it in.
Bliss. The way she squeezed down on him was perfect, sending ecstasy through every inch of him at once — far better than his hand could ever be. His body started moving on autopilot, each stroke more enthusiastic than the last. Enough that the sound of his hips clapping into hers filled the room, almost drowning out his low moans. He’d long since learned to silence himself when he was jerking off, but he just couldn’t keep quiet with a body like Kylie’s underneath him.
As hot and tight as she was, he’d have been happy for her to act like an inert doll; her body alone would have satisfied him. But she was so much more than that. Each impact jolted her body, making her twitch, making her perfect breasts jiggle with softness and momentum. Each impact made her gasp, as much in surprise as sensation; it felt like he was fucking her hard enough to drive the breath out of her. And she didn’t hold still, either. Her hands lifted, pressing to his shoulders — not hard enough to be a real attempt to get away, almost like she was just making sure he was real and solid. Green eyes wide and stunned, she stared at how he entered her.
He’d wished himself bigger, of course. Just like he’d wished to make his entire body hotter, athletic and muscled. With that genie at his beck and call, he finally had everything he ever wanted. Including Kylie McKenzie. The sheer joy of having her made his moans come faster, louder; he didn’t even care who heard. The heat built up within—
Then rushed over him. His moans turned to sharp, animal grunts as he spurted into her. He’d never known such intense satisfaction, such relief. He didn’t even have to worry about the mess: it all went right where nature intended, flooding the gasping blonde underneath him.
As the pleasure faded into afterglow, he found himself blushing. He hadn’t even lasted two minutes. Kylie was still squirming and gasping underneath him, her body tense and unsatisfied. That had been over far sooner than he’d wanted.
But he had a solution to that. “I wish I could go again.” Saph clapped her hands, his dick swelled into new readiness, and he got right back into rutting everyone’s favourite cheerleader. Then, two minutes later, the same. “I wish I could go again.” Another two minutes. “I wish I could go again.” Each orgasm was as sharp and wonderful as the last.
He only stopped when she was sloppy and overflowing, his loads leaking out around his dick. Still she squirmed ... but Hal was satisfied. He’d got his wishes, and that was the important part, wasn’t it?
Now for the cleanup. He pulled out of her, his finally-spent dick slipping free. “I wish she won’t get pregnant from this.” Saph clapped her hands. “I wish neither of us gets sick.” Another clap. “I wish she has no memory of this.”
The genie didn’t clap. “I’m sorry, master, but that is beyond my power.”
“What?” For the first time since she’d arrived, Hal tore his eyes off Kylie’s naked body to look at Saph. “What do you mean, you can’t?”
“I mean I can’t.” She shrugged. “There are rules and limits. I cannot remove her memory; I can merely suppress it.”
He rolled his eyes. Good enough. “I wish you’d do that, then.” Clap. “And I wish you’d give her clothes back and put her back where you found her.”
Saph clapped, and Kylie found herself back in the same hallway she’d left. Back in the same clothes too — including the lack of underwear. The memories already grew hazy, as if they’d just been a dream she woke from. But ... she squeezed her thighs together. That creamy heat tickling along her thighs was real. She needed to get somewhere and clean up before someone saw — especially since she didn’t even have any panties to catch it.
Meanwhile, Hal flopped over and took another nap, utterly satisfied. This was what having a genie was for. Why waste time on wealth or world domination when you could say a few words, then fuck Kylie McKenzie? She was the hottest girl in school. Irresistible. Intoxicating.
5
Morning classes finished, and it was time for lunch. Everyone came together in the spacious, well-equipped cafeteria. It was the most people all in one place since they’d come through the gates that morning.
Kylie sat with the rest of the cheer squad. She ate; she laughed along with the girls; and she tried to ignore her lack of underwear. The seat was cold and hard under her skin — her skirt just wasn’t long enough to tuck under herself. She swore that anywhere she turned, she caught at least one person staring at her chest. Even more than usual. Did they suspect? She was conscious of her nipples, the way they rubbed her top, the way their shape poked through; but did others notice?
That spotlight feeling, and the number of people gathered, made her think of what happened that morning. How many people, there in the cafeteria with her now, had already seen her breasts?
Justin, watching her from across the room, was thinking of the same moment. He hadn’t meant to flash Kylie’s tits for everyone to enjoy; he’d just been in a hurry to get away, and he’d forgotten to fix her up. But it had been a happy accident. Even thinking about it now sent a thrill through him, a feeling of ... generosity. Kylie’s body was a treasure, a masterpiece, and the sight of it needed to be shared.
Leaving Kylie without underwear just didn’t hit in the same way. It was a pretty sight, yeah, but comparatively subtle. Justin wanted more.
His chance came when she finished eating. She so dutifully carried her tray back to the counter. Even moving with as much care as she did, her pigtails still bounced in that cute, sprightly way. On her way back, she kept her hands at her sides. And she just so happened to pass right by Justin’s table.
He hit STOP, then leapt into action.
This time, he let himself enjoy the process a bit more. He peeled her top up and off, turning it inside-out as it drew along her arms and over her head. With her bra already gone, her breasts dropped free, staying high after the one bounce they had time for. He left the top just floating in the air behind her, then moved on to her skirt. After undoing the zipper, he could just pull it down — and he had to pull it all the way down to her ankles, because gravity wouldn’t take it. Lucky for him, gravity wouldn’t take Kylie either: he could just lift her feet, and she hovered there as he stripped the skirt from her.
He pulled the articles from the air and laid them out on the floor, as if they’d simply fallen. Then he adjusted Kylie, putting her back into the exact stance she’d been when the pause started. He even straightened out her pigtails. Only then did he draw back and enjoy his handiwork.
Kylie McKenzie, wearing only her shoes and socks. That made her look even more naked than if she’d had nothing. He wanted to touch her, to enjoy her with senses other than sight ... but if he teased her too much, she’d notice, just like she’d gasped and stumbled after his attentions that morning. He’d already ‘disturbed’ her enough.
So with barely a minute spent, Justin returned to his seat, to the exact same position he’d just left.
Kylie focused all her attention forward. She just had to keep walking, just had to get back to her seat. Once she could sit down again, she could stop moving so much, and her unsecured jiggling would stop calling so much attention. But she could feel the eyes on her. The way people stared at her, it felt like she may as well be naked—
Then she felt a breeze through a nearby window, cool and free against her skin, and she finally looked down at herself.
She was naked.
By reflex, she put her arms across herself, she squeezed her thighs together to block the view. The suddenness of her movement pulled even more attention to her predicament, along with a few laughs. Not biting or mocking ones, but simple amusement. She heard a few synthetic camera shutters, phones taking pictures.
Whole face red, she whirled about. She glanced about, trying to ignore the stares and focus on searching. Where—there. Her clothes just lay on the floor, as if they’d fallen off without her noticing. She darted forward — oh so conscious of her naked breasts bouncing, even with her arm across them — and snatched them up.
Then kept on running until she could close the bathroom door behind her. That probably kept her naked for longer in a literal sense, but it felt better to get out of there rather than pull clothes on while everyone watched. Besides, if they’d seen her just put the top and skirt on, they would absolutely know she was still without underwear.
She shook her head. She’d just have to try not to think about it. And she counted her blessings that she had clothing now, even if it wasn’t all of it.
6
Kylie didn’t linger in the lunch room. She didn’t want to face all those knowing eyes, and besides that, she had somewhere she wanted to visit before the break was over. She made her way to the club rooms.
The Computer And Gaming Club room was the same as always. Curtains kept out the natural light, leaving only the light of displays and devices from the retro to the bleeding-edge. From an old famicom all the way up to a virtual reality headset on the workbench.
And working on that headset were just the boys she’d come to see. Dex and Johnny weren’t literally brothers, but they were just as inseparable.
They both leapt from their chairs when they noticed who’d come to visit. “Kylie! What a ... what a pleasant surprise!”
She beamed up at them. Gangly boys that they were, their beanpole figures gave them each a few extra inches over her. “I just wanted to come by and say ... thank you. You were absolute lifesavers, helping me with that last essay.” She stepped up close and wrapped an arm around each, pulling them into a hug.
A warm, squishy hug that pressed one breast into each of them. That was the closest the boys had ever been to breasts, let alone ones of such superlative quality as Kylie’s.
“A-Anytime,” Johnny murmured once he could think again. “Seriously, don’t mention it.”
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