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 Casey the Cheerleader

   "Hello Uncle Clark," Robert said happily.  He had to make his way around
all the students that were marching out of class.

   "Hello Robert." His eyes moved to the one student that was not leaving,
a pretty, fairly voluptuous, blonde cheerleader.

   "Good choice," Robert said admiringly.

   Not another word was spoken until everyone else left.  Once they were
alone, the Professor beckoned her to the front of the room, "Casey, if you
would come here please." The request was hardly necessary.  She was already
enthralled by the magic.  That's what prompted her to stay.

   Robert was about to comment on the girl's attractiveness, but they were
both surprised when there was a knock at the door.  The Professor hadn't
locked it yet, so it opened easily enough.  He recognized the two students
that came in.  "Ah.  Robert, meet Barry and Margie."

   "Hello," he said.

   Barry said nervously, "We, uh, we were hoping to talk to you.  About the
other day.  We can come back if this isn't a good time."

   "Nonsense," the Professor said happily, "this is the perfect time."

   "It is?" Robert said.

   The two nerds suddenly realized what they had walked into.  This lovely
young woman in her cheerleader's uniform was about to be put on display. 
They both smiled warmly at her.

   The Professor explained to Robert, "These two already know about my
little hobby.  It happened more or less by chance.  I can tell you that
they both greatly enjoyed the show I put on for them."

   "You aren't thinking what I think you are?"

   "The power fades.  It has to be shared."

   "That's why you've got me."

   "But that will only extend the lifespan of it for a few years. 
Spreading it around like this can add further years, perhaps measuring in
decades."

   Robert wasn't certain he liked the idea of sharing the power with two
more people, but he trusted his Uncle's judgement.  After all, he was the
man who developed the magic.

   "Now," the Professor said, entering lecture mode, "I'll explain this as
we go along.  The power I have not only benefits me, but it can also be
shared." He saw that they already understood this from his words with
Robert.  "I intend to allow the two of you to use it for your own benefit,
but you have to know the rules.  Do not break the rules, under any
circumstances, or you can diminish or even destroy the magic.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes." "Mm-hm.  What do we have to do?"

   "For starters, you can not touch any girl you use the power on.  That
might destroy the magic entirely.  Do not touch even with something you
hold.  Even a fifteen foot pole would be harmful if you had it in your
hands."

   He went on to explain the rules which I've set out in another story, so
I won't bother you with it all again here.  Suffice it to say, he went over
it all twice and made certain that they both understood it.  Being quite
intelligent, they both absorbed it quickly.

   Margie asked, "So, we know what we can't do.  What can we do with it?"

   "Well, for one thing, the most obvious thing, you can remove any article
of clothing from your victim.  You can have it come off on its own, like
this," he waved and Casey's sweater rolled up her body.  Her arms lifted
and it kept on going until it was off.  Then, brassiere exposed, she
clutched her arms to her chest and quivered in embarrassment.  "Or you can
tear something away, like this." The poor cheerleader's skirt lifted up and
the cheerleader briefs and the panties under them both tore away slowly and
loudly.  He let the skirt drop enough that it covered her beaver.  He
didn't quite want to see that yet, though he and all three of his proteges
would before long.  "Or you can even have her remove her own clothes."
Casey, much to her surprise, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.
She slipped it off each shoulder and everyone smiled at the sight of her
nice knockers before she put her arms back over them.

   "Of course, you are able to manipulate your subject, much like a puppet.
You can take direct control, like this," he had her do an awkward tap dance
that got laughs from everyone watching.  Casey didn't even know why they
liked that or why she found that embarrassing, but it was.  The Professor
went on with the lesson.  "Or you can exert force that pulls, like holding
on to her invisibly.  You can't feel it, after all, you're not allowed to
touch.  But it is fun to let her struggle to keep herself covered.  Of
course she can't win.  No woman is as strong as the magic eyes." Casey
whined as she tried so hard to keep her hands where they were.  Little by
little, with arms trembling from the exertion, her beautiful round breasts
were left bare for everyone to gawk at freely.  Casey blushed deeply and
looked away, trying to ignore them all.

   "Why isn't she saying anything?" Margie asked.

   The Professor explained that they had great control over the sound she
could make.  He farther explained that they could control the environment
to keep others out, siting their own unexpected entrance as an example of
what to avoid.  All the while, Casey stood there humiliated and topless,
though he had allowed her to cover while he spoke about the power.  He
couldn't let her keep that up though.  "Let's see those tits again, shall
we?"

   Casey demanded with half a cry in her voice, "How are you doing this to
me?"

   "Magic."

   "But why are you doing this to me?  Stop looking!"

   The Professor silenced her again.  He said, "I love big boobs.  They
bounce so wonderfully." At that, he made the sexy cheerleader bosom move up
and down and side to side as Casey stared down at herself shocked.  Robert,
Margie and Barry were all smiles at the display.  Bounce bounce bounce. 
Jiggle jiggle jiggle.

   Barry said, "I want to see some cheerleader ass.  And can you make her
bend over?"

   "I can.  I can make her pose any way I want." With that, he had her put
one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, centerfold style.  Casey,
though she was pouting with watering eyes, turned herself to the four of
them and stood with legs apart as her hands grabbed the hem of her little
cheerleader skirt.

   She begged, "No, please don't make me do this!"

   As though he might actually consider leaving her some dignity, Professor
Enfer mused, "Oh right, Barry wanted to see your ass.  Turn around, then."
He let his control over her go, but without letting her run or move from
the spot she was in.  He found it delightful that she turned around all on
her own, giving a demurely embarrassed look over her shoulder.  The
Professor told her, "Show us those buns.  Otherwise I'll make you walk
outside."

   "You wouldn't!"

   Barry and Margie were curious.  "Would you do that?"

   The Professor didn't answer them then.  The fact is, he would and could.
It was great for blackmailing a girl into embarrassing herself.  He
reminded poor Casey, "We want to see it.  Lift that skirt."

   Casey's eyes clenched shut and she turned her head away.  She spent a
few moments building up the courage before flipping her skirt up and
holding it in place.  Her ass was a wonderful, fit, muscularly athletic
cheerleader masterpiece.  She felt a flush of shame since she enjoyed the
wave of compliments to what she considered her best feature.  "Wow!"
"Gorgeous!" "Oh, I could look at that all day."

   "C-can I put my skirt back down now?"

   "Go ahead," the Professor told her.  He used his power to keep her skirt
from moving though, so they got a great deal of entertainment watching her
futilely struggling to move her skirt back down while her delicious
derrierre remained on display.  The skirt refused to move, and while that
happened, the Professor used his ink to put his `E' emblem on her right
cheek.  "That's just my personal touch.  I like to sign my work." That
brought chuckles from his three cohorts and a new blush to the face of
lovely Casey.

   At last she was able to cover her bum.  Professor Enfer turned her
around and kept her from covering her tits.  "Well, this has been fun, but
it's about time to wrap it up.  There is one thing that is not in the
actual magical rules that I must insist on from the two of you." He made
certain that Barry and Margie were all ears.  "I always leave my victims
stranded.  I completely destroy every article of their clothing."

   "WHAT?" Casey demanded.  Then her skirt tore off of her body, revealing
her sexy little patch of dark brown bush.  She tried very hard to move her
hands, but she couldn't cover herself while four smiling faces stared at
her bare pussy.  She whined pathetically as her cheerleader's outfit was
torn to shreds in mid air.  "OoOoOoH!"

   "That will be all for you, Casey.  Does anyone else here want anything
to eat?  I'm buying."