"Minor Hypnosis!" finished the screen. "Wonder as you turn enemy and bystander alike into your greatest allies!"
A grin spread across Tara's face. This was gonna be good.
"Here are the rules for how this works: "
Tara's face fell a bit. Oh yeah. Rules.
"Rule one is that the ray works differently on contestants than it does on non-contestants. When an un-upgraded hypnosis ray hits a contestant, it will turn them hypnotic based on the changes they underwent. Other contestants will be resistant to these peoples' It will still hypnotize non-contestants; however, Rule Two is that minor hypnosis isn't foolproof. You won't be able to convince a cop to let you kill somebody and get away with it. You gain experience points based on the number of people you hit with the beam. Good luck, and congratulations!"
Tara immediately knew how she would experiment with this power. She pointed the beam at her heavily-burdened chest and pulled the trigger. An odd, crackling sensation ran over her skin, and she could swear that she could smell lavender. Well, that at least something happened. With that, she walked out of the bathroom, relishing the feeling of her colossal breasts brushing against the doorframe. She did what she could to ignore the disbelieving stares from the library patrons on her way back to her desk. To their credit, not even the vilest-looking perverts harassed her. Perhaps she had misjudged them, or, more likely, her new hypnotic tits were keeping them at bay. She reached her desk, then turned towards Debbie.
"Hey Debbie? Can I get your opinion on something?"
"Hnng," growled Debbie as she turned in her chair. The glower on her face turned to one of slack-jawed amazement as she set her eyes on Tara. "Wh--how--boobs?"
Tara was actually impressed. Debbie was twenty years past menopause, had no interest in relationships with anything beside the vape rig she bought to replace her Marlboros, and, as far as Tara could tell, was straight as an arrow. She smiled and shrugged.
"Dunno!" said Tara, "They broke the sink in the ladies' restroom, though, so we might get somebody on that."
Debbie blinked and nodded, apparently oblivious to Tara confessed to property damage and reducing the library's bathroom capacity by half. "Alright."
"And I'm gonna need to take the week off. Hormone problems." She hefted her breasts at Debbie, their heavy jiggling dissipating Debbie's attempt at protesting. "Also, I want the whole year off. With pay."
That was too far. Debbie shook her head, as though clearing the fuzz from her skull, before saying "Now, I don't think we have the budget for--"
Tara fired another ray at Debbie, who went limp. "Whole year off. With pay," she repeated.
Debbie's jaw tensed, her eyes locked firmly on Tara's chest. "I...Let's talk about it when you get back, Tara."
"Sure thing, boss." Tara nodded and walked out of the library to her car, her feeling of elation outweighing the slight twinge in her back. She got in, giggling a bit as she tried to maneuver her giant globular tits around the steering wheel. This was a hell of a way to start the game, and Tara was into it.
"Now," she mused, "Where to begin?"
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