EC III-IV: Influential Extended

Fanni had her fans worried when her very active media presence suddenly went silent for more than a week. She would usually post about her unique ballet past and dance scene in general, but questions and expressions of concern in her DMs were all unanswered. Until...

In a new short video, Fanni announced that she was merely working on a very special premium course for aspiring ballerinas above 18, entrusting her new agency with choosing the talents for the new revolutionary ballet experience, as well as setting the date and scene for the first classes.

The group of girls were led to their dressing room, where they helped lace each other into their special ballet gear of their chosen colors. It was stiff and strict, yet perfectly fitting. Before they went out for the classes, they were catching each other’s looks, but never voiced what they had on their minds about this weird vibe their garments were giving.

In the dancing hall, they were greeted by Fanni speaking live through a large screen mounted on the wall, smiling widely. Her verbal cues were oddly sensual, and so was the vibe their outfits were giving. When it came to their first moves, this vibe only got stronger, and Fanni’s descriptions and advices was rapidly making the girls outright horny. But that would be such an embarrassing thing to admit!

Not in front of their peers! Not in front of their idol! Not in the middle of a very special premium course and not until it was too late. Following Fanni’s directions, the girls foolishly followed their fantasies and could not snap out of it even when their tutus started Activating one after another, rapidly becoming their fantasy dancing gear.

Some were lucky to just get stuck with a very strict and fancy, but decent suits. Some cried over mixing in a pair of heels, elements of a different dance or items from their bed roleplays like a pair of handcuffs, and the fuckdoll in ballet boots, closed eyes and an open mouth was still trying to figure out what went wrong...

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Fanni cut off her livestream, watching the cameras for some more until she could not handle it. She buried her face in her palms, shaking intensely. Just to make it easier, she thought of the girls’ ambition leading them to fall into the trap so blindly, but it was her choice to go along with the “agency’s” plan. There was no hiding from the guilt.

These people have hijacked her usual unpacking video recording by sending Enchanted pointe shoes that were rigged to respond to some other person’s sexual energy and fantasies, rather than her own. Once the trap has sprung, all Fanni could do is sob helplessly, as the ribbons on the accursed shoes turned into ankle straps that pulled themselves towards each other to fuse together.

Grief turned to terror, as an anonymous number called her shortly after to suggest a part in their grander plot of spreading the Enchanted clothes further. She tried to find a way to not comply and somehow get used to not being able to walk or separate her ankles, but there was only so much fight in her...

With a pop, Fanni’s ankles were unchained from each other... and that was it. There was no removing Activated shoes from her feet, but the trickster at the end of the line seemed to hold up their deal. What limited relief she received was wiped off by another call.

“You served us well today, but remember: you will always be at our mercy. Walk free, enjoy yourself... until further notice.”