Summoner's Project Pt1: Sona's Training

		It was getting late. Time to see how my pet project was progressing. The Institute of War was a place of amorality, where anything went so long as you were discrete. As such, there were as many “pet projects” as there were Summoners. They varied from banal to silly to erotic. My pet project was the very latter.
	Female Champions are in high demand among summoners, as you might have guessed. Women possessing both great power and great figures, to have mastery over one is to experience a bliss beyond mere orgasm. But controlling a Champion outside of the Field of Justice is an entirely separate matter than issuing commands during a match. My pet project, of course, is mastery both off of and on the Field of Justice. I work to mold a Champion so that she cannot disobey me, no matter how hard she tries.
	I open the door to my “project room”. It's white walls and uncluttered appearance are like those of a hospital, though the instruments within are more than a tad unsavory. Against the wall, arms bound behind her expansive chest, legs splayed open upon a wooden horse, sat my subject. Sona, the maven of strings, known for both her silence and her sound. Her gigantic tits also serve as iconography, and are what drew me to select her as my first subject.
	I had stripped her of her customary gold-and-blue robe, replacing it with a similarly colored string bikini. I had positioned her so that the wooden horse dug into her scantily-clad nether. Whenever she shifted, the top edge of the device would stimulate her more and more, constantly keeping her aroused. But stimulation of that caliber, even constant, wouldn't be enough for what I had in mind. I needed to push this woman over the edge, and make her my bitch.
	For that end, I had borrowed the expertise of the League's potion master, Singed. He was eager to aid in my business after I had described my intent to him. With the help of the Mad Chemist, I created an aphrodisiac of unusual potency. Powerful enough to drive a normal woman mad with desire, this lotion-based drug would serve admirably in my efforts to tame what was effectively a superhuman.
	Approaching Sona, I dip my hand into the tub of aphrodisiac and scoop out a generous amount. She doesn't seem to notice my approach. Ignoring her apathy, I begin to massage the lotion onto her massive breasts. Slipping beneath the almost hilariously thin bikini, I move my hands gently, caressing the fleshy globes as I rub my potion on as much of their surface as I can. My hands linger here and there, pinching a little bit of flesh here, rubbing my thumb across a growing nipple there. I take my time, and make sure to give her tits a nice, thorough coating. Then, I sit back and allow the situation to develop.
	Sona's eyes, up to this point blank and inattentive, suddenly regain their focus and widen. Her nipples, erect from my stimulation, now seem to grow almost painfully more so, they're clearly visible through the small amount of cloth that covers her chest. Sona's face turns red, and she starts panting, her heavy tits slightly bouncing with each aroused breath. The hue of her bikini bottom darkens as her juices prepare her for the experience of sex, an experience I am not just ready to offer to her. Sona begins to shift uncomfortably; rubbing, then grinding her pussy against the roughly sanded wood of the horse. While she can't speak out her arousal, she can make her desires clear through her moans and her unique form of mental communication.
<Summoner, I beg of you. If you don't do something, I'll go crazy!>
	Her silent voice rebounds through my mind, and I offer her a voiced reply: “'Do something'? What could you want me do to? You'll have to explain better than that if you want my help.”
<I-I need you to...>
“Need me to what?”
<I need you to help me relieve these urges...>
“What manner of urges? Come now, be specific. Tell me exactly what you want, you slut.”
<I'm not a slut!>
“Then, what it is you want me to do?” She looks down, the red coloring her face not only born from arousal. Perhaps subconsciously, she arches her back, pushing her pendulous breasts forward, as if presenting them. The arousal proves too much for her, and she finally snaps.
<I need you to f-fuck me, summoner. I need you to grab me by my bitchy tits, I need you to slam your cock into my p-pussy. I need you to make me scream so hard that you'll cure my muteness. I want you to douse my burning cunt with your cum. I need you summoner. I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I NEED YOUR COCK>
She's pressing herself against the horse more violently now, as if to show her sincerity. As she makes her confession, the secondary effects of my potion begins to make themselves apparent. After all, a simple love drug would be too simple for someone of Singed's qualifications.
	Taking a cue from the woodland magic of Lulu, the two of us enchanted the potion with a more specialized version of her Wild Growth and Whimsy. Firstly, we slowed down the rate at which the magic would affect the target, so as not to be instantaneous. Secondly, we lowered the area affected from the whole of the body to just a few places deemed necessary for use by a slutty bitch. Thirdly, we forged a link between sexual arousal and Whimsy, so that the more turned on the subject becomes, the more scatterbrained and bimbo-like she gets.
	Sona continues to plead with me, begging for my cock, and her body begins to change. Her breasts, hips, and ass all slowly begin to see the effects of the potion. Her tits begin to balloon outwards into HH cups, her hips widen, and her ass fattens, each cheek becoming the size of a soccer ball. The poor bikini stretches, but is made of an elastic material, and so simply digs into the expanded breast flesh and buries itself in Sona's newly-deepened ass crack.
<What's... happening... my thoughts... slowing... can't think... need... cock... cockcockcockcockcockcockcock!>
	The mental portion of the magic seems to take effect, and Sona's mental voice becomes more and more like that of a stereotypical bimbo. She runs her tongue across lips that seem to become more and more full every moment, and addresses me once more:
<Like, sum'ner guy, what's going on?! I'm, like, so hot 'n horny and my body's all suped up for a fucking and you're like, just standing there with that great cock! Hurry up and give your slutty Sona a good dicking! I wanna see just how high you can make me sing!>
	I'm only too happy to oblige her, but first I stop and take a look at my newly transformed cumslut. Sona's already legendary chest now is home to two gargantuan titties, JJ cup in size. Her waist is narrow, causing her meter-wide hips to be that much more striking. Her ass juts out from those hips, each cheek closer in size to a basketball than the soccer ball of minutes ago. Her hair lays in an artful tangle, suggesting of sex and intimacy. Her bikini is now nothing more than a glorified string that sits stretched across far more flesh than even its sturdy construction could possibly manage. As if responding to my thoughts, Sona's flesh surges once more, and the bikini finally can take no more. It snaps off, leaving Sona's enormous boobs bouncing perkily. She offers a vapid giggle at this, and an inaudible “<oopsie>”  to accompany it.
	I unlock the chains holding her arms, and she slides off of the now sodden wooden horse to sit in front of me, knees bent, with her ass resting on the soles of her feet. I disrobe, and she stares at my cock as though it were her lover and muse. I have one of the most well-loved ladies of the league sexed-out and wiggling in front of my cock. I should see if I can't get a few more.
(sex scene coming soontm)