You Should Be Horizontal Now

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[laurentidalreborn]

It's Perfect, Daddy

Daddy beamed with pride as he held up the new uniform for Daughter. The skirt was barely more than a wide band of fabric, and the top looked like it would barely contain her massive tits. "What do you think, sweetheart?" he asked, his eyes already darkening with lust.

Daughter clapped her hands together, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my god, Daddy! It's perfect! It's so, so, so short! And the top is so tight!" She bounced on her heels, making her already large breasts jiggle. "Can I try it on now? Please, please, please?"

"Of course, baby girl," Daddy said, handing her the clothes. "Go model it for Daddy."

Daughter practically skipped to her room, returning moments later wearing the scandalous outfit. The skirt barely covered her ass cheeks, and if she bent over even slightly, her pussy would be on full display. The tight white top strained against her breasts, the nipples poking through the thin fabric.

"Like it, Daddy?" Daughter asked, doing a little twirl that made the skirt fly up and give Daddy a peek at her shaved cunt. "I can't for you to fuck me silly in it."

Daddy chuckled, adjusting the growing bulge in his pants. "You're already silly enough, princess. But I'll definitely fuck you in it."

Just then, Mommy walked into the room, her brow furrowed with concern. "What's going on here? Why are you dressed like... like a prostitute? And why is your father buying you such... such slutty clothes?"

Daughter's face fell. "But Mommy, I love it! Daddy bought it for me!"

"Daddies shouldn't be buying such clothes for their daughters," Mommy said, her voice trembling slightly. "And daughters shouldn't be so excited to be so exposed."

Mommy stared for a moment, knowing something wasn't right, but not quite sure what or how to articulate it.

Daddy stepped forward, pulling out his shiny pocket watch and gesturing for Daughter to go quiet. "Now, now, Mommy. Let's not get upset." He began swinging the watch back and forth, his voice dropping into a smooth, hypnotic tone. "Just look at the watch, Mommy. Watch it swing back and forth and remember all the times you've watched it before."

Mommy's eyes glazed over as she stared at the watch, her expression softening. "The watch..."

"That's right," Daddy continued. "And as you watch, you remember that it's perfectly normal for a daughter to titfuck her daddy until he nuts all over her whore face. And It's perfectly fine for Mommy to finger fuck her needy cunt while watching."

Daughter giggled softly and whispered, "Can I, Daddy? Can I titfuck you with my new uniform on?"

"Of course, baby," Daddy said, pulling out his thick cock while he continued to swing his watch in front of Mommy.

Daughter squeezed her massive breasts together around Daddy's shaft, the tight top pushing them up and creating a perfect channel for his cock. She bounced up and down, her tongue occasionally flicking out to lick the head as it emerged from between her tits.

Mommy watched, her hand already slipping into her pants. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing in circles as she watched Daughter work Daddy's cock with her tits.

"That's it, baby girl," Daddy groaned, his hips thrusting. "Show Daddy what a good little whore you are."

"I'm your whore, Daddy!" Daughter squealed, picking up the pace. "I'm your dirty little cumslut!"

Mommy moaned, her fingers plunging into her sopping wet cunt as she watched. "This is normal...," she said, eyes fixed on Daughter's big, round tits. This is hot..."

With a loud grunt, Daddy came, his thick cum shooting out and splattering all over Daughter's face and chest. Some of it landed on her tight white top, making it transparent in spots.

"Mmm, Daddy's cum," Daughter purred, scooping some up with her finger and sucking it clean. "So yummy!"

Mommy cried out as her own orgasm washed over her, her pussy clamping around her fingers. "Oh god... oh god..."

Daddy helped Daughter to her feet, his cock already hardening again. "Bend over, baby girl. Daddy's not done with you yet."

Daughter eagerly complied, bending over and grabbing her ankles. The skirt rode up, completely exposing her wet pussy and tight asshole.

"Look at that, Mommy," Daddy said, positioning himself behind Daughter. "Look at Daughter's tight little cunt, ready for Daddy's big thick cock."

Mommy watched, her fingers still working her pussy as Daddy slammed his cock into Daughter's waiting hole.

"Oh yes, Daddy!" Daughter screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck your little whore!"

Daddy pounded into Daughter, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The room filled with the sounds of sex: skin slapping against skin, moans, and the wet squelching of Daughter's pussy.

Mommy slid to the floor, her legs spread wide as she frantically fingered herself. "Yes... yes... fuck her... fill her with your cum..."

Daddy grabbed Daughter's hips, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust deeper. "Take Daddy's cock, you little slut! Take it all!"

"I'm taking it, Daddy! I'm taking your big cock!" Daughter cried out. "I'm your little whore! Your fucktoy!"

Mommy came again, her juices soaking her hand as she watched Daddy's thick cock stretching Daughter's pussy. "Yes... yes... this is how it should be... Daddy fucking his daughter... Mommy watching... so normal... so right..."

With a final, powerful thrust, Daddy buried himself deep inside Daughter, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

"Daddy's cumming in me!" Daughter squealed, her own orgasm washing over her. "Daddy's filling my whore cunt with his cum!"

Mommy watched, her fingers still working her pussy as Daddy's cum leaked out of Daughter's pussy and down her thighs. "So beautiful... so perfect..."

Daddy pulled out, his cock still hard. "Who's Daddy's good little whore?"

"I am!" Daughter exclaimed, turning around and dropping to her knees. "I'm Daddy's good little whore!"

Mommy smiled, her eyes still glazed with lust. "Our little whore... our perfect little whore... just like she should be... just like normal..."

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Willa Misses Another Chance to Escape

'The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.' That was what Willa told herself every time she reached down and grabbed her nipple, squeezing out a steady stream of milk from tits bigger than her head into the measuring cup left by her bedside, but despite her best efforts the words inspired not a courageous break with her brainwashing and a race to freedom but numbing, leaden despair. She wanted to believe that once she was done with her morning milking, she'd find the wherewithal to walk out the door of the dormitory and make her way to the borders of the Thompson farm, but experience told her that she'd just settle back onto the bed and watch some more hypnosis videos while she edged herself into blank, thoughtless compliance.

And tomorrow, her tits would be that tiny, infinitesimal fraction of an inch bigger, and the milk would flow that much more freely, and she'd look at clothes that no longer even remotely contained her pendulous breasts and feel that much more helpless to escape. A year ago and Willa wouldn't even have believed the power of suggestion could make a woman's breasts bigger, let alone turning them into massive, hanging udders that lactated in industrial quantities, but life on the Thompson farm was teaching her a lot of hard truths and one of them was that she was highly susceptible to hypnosis. She was… what did Mrs. Thompson call her? One in a million? That made her a rare commodity, she supposed, but with 132 million women in the United States alone it wasn't surprising that every bed in the dormitory was full.

All of those women looked just like Willa, too, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed with their gigantic tits heavy with milk. Some of them weren't that big yet, of course, and Willa even spotted one or two of them every once in a while at meal time with C cups or B cups--she remembered what it was like to be that small, to find herself bewildered by her own ability to summon up the strength to resist, but that was the insidious part of the brainwashing regimen the Thompsons put their human livestock through. It felt good to linger at the farm a few days, and then it felt too good to stop, and then it was somehow six months later and it felt impossible to go back to the old life with jugs the size of a ripe round watermelon. Everyone would notice. Everyone would stare.

But there was no judgment from the Thompsons, nothing but warm soothing praise for all their cows and the sweet, gushing milk they made. That kept Willa here every bit as much as the hypnosis, every bit as much as the constant ache of arousal between her thighs that only Mrs. Thompson's fingers or Mr. Thompson's cock could satisfy. Going back to face the real world with fifteen-pound tits that leaked constantly felt like an impossibility, while staying felt like an amiable trance that never, ever had to end. And every day her udders got bigger and heavier, and every day the barrier to normal existence got that much higher. The best time to escape was eleven months ago.

The second best time was today, Willa reminded herself. But the thought found no purchase on her dopey, dreamy mind, and once she squeezed the milk out of her heavy, aching tits she wound up horny from the effort the same way she always did. So she went back to bed and masturbated, hoping to achieve that post-nut clarity that would let her leave and knowing she'd be trapped in helpless lust until it was time for her next milking, and today became tomorrow before Willa even knew it.

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Betty's Introduced to Ramona

"Ramona, this is my wife Betty," George said, gesturing in her direction with an affectionate smile that she readily returned. "Betty, this is Ramona, my new personal assistant, she's just here to discuss the requirements of her new job and also to fuck me. You don't mind, do you?" Certainly it looked like Ramona minded, at least for a moment; Betty watched as a flicker of shock and uncertainty passed across her face only to be replaced by a kind of dopey placidity that reminded Betty a bit of the golden retriever she had as a child. Betty rolled her eyes a little bit, but she knew better than to argue with George when he was set on something, and judging by the way his cock was bulging in his trousers he was definitely set on this.

So she slid over a little on the sofa to make room, and George slid his pants down and stepped out of them before sitting next to her. Ramona looked like she didn't know what to do with her hands at first; her fingers fluttered uncertainly before hooking themselves into the waistband of her skirt and shrugging it off her hips to fall to the floor in a puddle of loose fabric, and the blonde's crisply starched blouse soon followed. She stood there in nothing but bra and panties, the light behind her eyes sputtering and fading into amiable silence, and finally she got totally naked. "You can see why I hired her, sweetie," George murmured, giving Betty a conspiratorial grin.

She could, of course, even though she felt a twinge of envy as she watched Ramona settle onto her husband's stiff prick with a sigh of vacant ecstasy. Ramona was an incredibly pretty young woman, and she had tits that bounced and shook and jiggled like some kind of pornstar slut as she rocked her hips up and down in George's lap. Plus she was obviously far more susceptible to hypnosis than Betty--not that Betty was especially wide awake at the moment, and she realized with a kind of bemused detachment that she was wriggling out of her own clothing so she could masturbate to the sight of her husband having sex with another woman in the middle of their living room, but she could never reach that kind of pure mindless depth that made George's cock truly throb. It was the only problem in an otherwise perfect marriage.

But George had found a solution the way he always did, and Betty had fallen into the habit of acceptance the way she always did, and naturally Ramona wasn't going to be objecting with her brain switched off and her cunt stuffed with cock. So Betty could just stay in a light trance and tease her pussy lips, secure in the knowledge that her husband's high sex drive meant he'd be able to get it up again even after flooding Ramona's snatch with hot sticky cum, and she let any questions of why she'd agreed to all this so readily fall out of her head. It wasn't important to think about those things, after all. She was a good wife and she wanted her husband to be happy. And if it just so happened that what made him downright overjoyed was cucking his wife right in front of her, well… she wasn't going to say no, was she? Not when it felt so good to obey. Betty rubbed herself harder, watching in rapt fascination as Ramona threw her head back in the throes of overwhelming pleasure and sank deeper for her Master.

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What Awaited in Xenthras

There was a spell laid over the city of Xenthras, but Vella Suncatcher didn't find out about it until it was far too late. She walked into the town as just another sellsword trying to ply her trade, but the moment she passed beyond the boundary stones set into the muddy ground on the outskirts of town her hand slipped from the pommel of her blade and her steps slowed to a halt and her eyes glazed over in mesmerized lassitude. "Looks like we've got a new one for the stocks," one of the guards said to the other, but Vella didn't really hear him.

The first guard took her by the hand and led her to the center of town, and Vella followed as she was bidden--it wasn't her first experience with magic, she was a hardened mercenary and had seen her share of sorcery on the battlefield, but she'd never been subjected to a spell as strong as this before and she soon found that her will was no match for it. Her mind drifted into a hazy idyll, unable to break free of the indolence that gripped her, and before she knew it she was kneeling down so her head and hands could be placed into a set of stocks in the town square. "You won't be needing this anymore," the guard said, cutting the straps on her armor, and the closest Vella could manage to resistance was a soft, sleepy sigh as it fell to the ground.

She did manage a few occasional periods of lucidity, albeit only briefly and not without a titanic effort of will, and it was during those times when the men of the town explained her predicament. The spells of Xenthras sapped women's wills completely over the course of seven days, taking their mental strength away more and more with each passing day until by the end they were nothing more than blank-eyed slaves of the wizard who ran the town, and for those seven days Vella would be imprisoned in the stocks and used by any man that wanted her until her mind was utterly subsumed and she would be claimed at auction. It was a fate she tried desperately to fight, but even in her conscious moments her muscles were kitten-weak and she suspected they were drugging her food on top of everything else.

And as her periods of wakefulness grew fewer and further between, Vella would come back to herself to find a cock plowing her from behind or a stiff prick filling her mouth as though she was nothing more than a plaything to be used. Worse, she could feel the endlessly throbbing ache of arousal between her legs and she understood that a part of her was coming to crave this subjugation, to desire it above all things as the spell wove its way ever more insidiously into the very fabric of her mind. Her insistent defiance became notional and abstract, then slowly faded into a cow-eyed complacency that left her opening wide for any man who walked up to her even when she was awake. It just seemed useless to fight by then.

When her seven days were up, Vella was released from the stocks and taken to the town hall, and if there had been any part of her still capable of thought she would have been surprised to discover that the wizard himself claimed her for his own. He dressed her in a suit of enchanted armor, gave her a magic sword and a position as his own personal myrmidon… but her place at his side didn't stop him from using her body every night when they retired to his chambers.

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Maya Thinks of a Loophole

"Um, s-sir?" Maya's whole body trembled along with her voice as she stepped over to Bennett's easy chair, making sure to stand off to the side so she didn't block his view of the TV screen. She kept her gaze firmly locked on her feet, trying as hard as she could to project an air of deference and submission and acceptance of his authority--that would be absolutely crucial if she wanted to entertain even the slightest hope of having her request granted, and she was so out-of-her-mind stupid with lust that she didn't know what she'd do if Bennett said no. She wasn't even allowed to hump the furniture until tomorrow.

Bennett didn't answer her, but Maya saw his attention drift ever so slightly in her direction and she knew she was being given permission to speak. "It's just that, um, s-sir, I've been doing the hypnosis training you set for me, and, and uhm, it's been making me really horny. Like, um, really really horny, sir, like I can't…." Maya proved herself right by stumbling over her own words, so lost in a reverie of submissive lust that she couldn't even figure out how to describe it without just breaking down and grinding her cunt against the nearest handy object. "H-here, would you like to feel?" she asked, taking Bennett's hand by the wrist and pulling up her skirt. "It's, oh god it's so fucking wet, sir."

Her Master's lips curled in the faintest suggestion of a smile, and he said, "It's supposed to be wet. Hypnosis makes you horny, slut, and being brainwashed turns you on even more. Your desperation leads you deeper into my control, and my control makes you more and more desperate. I think you're doing exactly what a good girl should do, don't you?" It was a discouragement… but it wasn't a refusal, and he did let Maya tug his hand a little closer until his palm was resting against her pussy lips and he could feel the slick, feverish heat of her needy cunt. That made Maya wonder if she wasn't following a suggestion this whole time, but contemplating the depths of her brainwashing only made her need more urgent and she pushed ahead.

"Y-yes, sir, of course sir," she whimpered, now fully in the grip of her arousal. "But I, um, I was just um, I wasn't, like, thinking thinking but I was kind of thinking that my programming always sinks in so much better when I edge. And, like, I know today's a no-touch day, and I'm a very good girl and I haven't touched myself at all, but… but it's not against the rules for you to touch me. And I, um, I thought maybe you could just leave your hand there so I could rub myself on it? Sir? I promise you won't need to do a thing, I'll take care of everything, I just… ffffuck, I need to, god, need to fucking grind on something, please sir, please let me hump your fingers like a bitch in heat, please sir please…."

That was when Maya knew she was following a suggestion, because the more she begged the better it felt and the less she could stop her hips from making tiny little motions against the fingers pressing on her cunt. But nothing about her submission ever felt worse because it was the result of insidious hypnotic programming, and she let out a squeal of delight when Bennett said, "Okay, sweetie. But no cumming." Maya nodded vigorously, her eyes going blank and glassy as she summoned the memories of her training to mind… and if she noticed her Master giving her a few extra rubs, it was only so she could remember it later when it came time to show her gratitude.

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[s01vd4l]

[feminineflavors]

🥥🕸️☀️

[hypsan]

“Please sir we need to concentrate on this. It is important to the company and in fact the country, that we get a decision on this today.“

He looked up as she put the files down. “Hmmm? Are those real?” He said, poking her breasts with his pencil. “Yes Sir. Please Sir, I may have been programmed to be obedient and to dress like an office slut, but I am in fact an incredibly bright woman. I have found potentially far reaching issues in this project with considerable consequences and documented them in this report. It is why the company have kept my intelligence intact and asked me to support you in this project. You must realise how important this is Sir.”

“Turn around,” he replied as if she hadn’t spoken. “Now bend over” he went on as she helplessly followed his commands. Sliding her skirt up over her now naked arse, he began to play with her pussy. “Please Sir, you know my programming means I love it when you fuck me. That I am horny and need you inside me all the time, but could we just talk about my report first…“

“You really are rather boring aren’t you?” He said. “I think it is probably best if I have you reprogrammed to being my horny, bubbly little secretary don’t you?”

“Please Sir, that would be a complete waste of my talent and intellect, which I know the company wanted you to make use of”

“Hmm you might be right. Maybe I will have them leave your mind intact and just superimpose a bimbo secretary personality on top so that I can call on you when I need you, but also have a slutty little bimbo at my beck and call for the majority of the time. Yes an elegant solution.“ It didn’t seem like an elegant solution to her. Nothing about the situation seemed elegant to her.

He went on, “you will report to Learning & Development now and ask them to programme you to be my secretary as I have described. Do you understand girl?

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” was all she could reply.”

“Good girl. Off you go.”

She stood up straight again, smoothed her skirt back down, and set off to ask the technicians in learning and development to make her a bimbo, muttering about how unfair it was and what a stupid waste of her ability it would be as she went.

[metropolicinema]

[sleepizaddi]

YUP

[hellallamerican]

i need everyone to get into college football right now i am dying to talk about the texas tech situation. this is the kind of thing that will be referenced for the next 100 years. there will be documentaries and biopics about this.

[hellallamerican]

no one asked but here

texas tech's quartback, brendan sorsby, was investigated for sports gambling. i know sports betting is all the rage right now, but athletes themselves are not allowed to do it. it is Rule Number 1 and it is the highest priority rule for the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA), who governs all athletic programs at about 1,100 colleges in the US.

the invesitagetion of sorsby revealed that, not only did he place more than 9,000 sports bets when he himself was a collegiate athlete, but 40 of those bets were AGAINST HIS OWN TEAM when he was playing at indiana university. immediately, this threatens the integrity of the sport, and especially because indiana is the hottest team right now as the defending national champion.

the NCAA, which is largely a sham organization these days (they've truly lost their grasp and college athletics are the wild west now) actually enforced their Number 1 Rule and told sorsby his career is over, that he would never play college football again (and, subsequently, that he would never get drafted into the NFL because his college career was cut short).

well, because the NCAA is a husk of its former self, sorsby and texad tech immediately took this to court. MANY athletes have learned these past few seasons that if you can find a judge who's a fan of your team, you can get any NCAA ruling overturned. that's exactly what texas tech did. they filed a suit in Lubbock, where the university is located and where every judge is an alum of texas tech. so sorsby was granted an injunction and will now only be suspended for the first 2 games od the 2026 season (which are alwayd against no-name teams that will be destroyed regardless of who's suspended).

every other school in the country immediately went on the defensive because this is a very clear integretiy issue. so nebraska and georgia (sic em dawgs) released statements saying that all currently-scheduled competitions witb Texas Tech in ANY sport will be canceled and there will be no future schedulings. at least 3 of the major conferences (SEC, Big 10, Big 12) , who account for almost all division 1 sports teams in the country, are also in discussions about cancelling comtests. Texas Tech is part of the Big 12, and there is serious talk of all other teams in the conference shutting texas tech out.

now would probably be time where i say that texas tech is one of the wealthiest programs in college football becaise there is a single billionaire alumnus pouring money into the program with hopes of essentially buying a championship. so texas techs integrity has always been questionable. anyway, the university president put oit a statement that he doesnt care that sorseby violated regulation and that texas tech will sue any school that refuses to play them because it jeopardizes their championship prospects if they're umable to play any games.

this is all just startomg but its so juicy and delicious. the NCAA is going to crumble to dust if they cannot get this injunction overturned. schools like georgia and nebraska have plenty of money so a suit isnt necessarily a concern, but this will absolutely change college football forever. i cant stop reading about it.

[hellallamerican]

update on this: texas tech is claiming that every school who has/is considering cancelling all contests is "afraid" that texas tech is better than them. what's funny about this is that sorsby's stats are average. he is not good enough for this kind of protection. many schools who have already cancelled or are considering it have much better quarterbacks than sorsby. also, texas tech's head coach had said that it's actually ok that sorsby bet against his own team because it "its not murder or assault."

[hellallamerican]

the attorney general of texas has threatened to investigate the Big 12 conference if they sanction Texas Tech

[hellallamerican]

the claim is now that texas texh university just cares so much about brendan sorsbys mental health that they have to sue everyone who calls this an integrity violation. any other school who wouldnt defend an athlete that committed this violation "doesnt care about mental health"

[luxtraveldream]

[gunsngod]

Such a good girl, knowing who controls her pleasure

[dimehub]

[sleepizaddi]

Miss Bo always gets a reblog, I don’t make the rules 🤷‍♂️

[laurentidalreborn]

Confidence Is Key

The city streets were slick with evening rain when Alex first saw her. Huddled under the awning of a closed bookstore, the old woman's face was a roadmap of wrinkles, her clothes little more than rags. Alex, a 22-year-old college student with a part-time job at a tech startup, felt a pang of guilt as he clutched his wallet. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. It was more than he usually gave, but something about her eyes made him feel unusually generous.

"Here you go," he said, pressing the money into her gnarled hand. "Get yourself a hot meal."

The old woman's eyes twinkled strangely as her fingers closed around the bill. "Blessings upon you, young man," she rasped, her free hand reaching out to briefly touch his forearm. "May you always receive what you give."

Alex barely registered the strange words or the odd tingling sensation where she'd touched him. He simply nodded politely and continued on his way, unaware that his life had just been irrevocably altered.

The next morning, Alex noticed something peculiar during his coffee run. The barista, a woman in her late twenties he'd seen dozens of times before, suddenly locked eyes with him while handing over his latte. Her expression transformed from professional politeness to raw, unadulterated desire. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted slightly, and she leaned forward so far across the counter that her breasts nearly spilled out of her uniform.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" she breathed, her voice husky with need. "Anything at all?"

Alex was taken aback but flattered. "Uh, no thanks. Just the coffee."

As he walked away, he glanced back to see the barista watching him with a look of hungry frustration. He chalked it up to finally having a good hair day or perhaps his new cologne was working better than expected. But as he left, she pressed her phone number into his hand and told him to call her if he ever wanted to relax sometime.

The pattern repeated throughout his day. His female professor kept him after class with flimsy excuses, her eyes locked on his as she unconsciously licked her lips and touched his hand. In fear of a misconduct claim, he got himself out as quick as he could. The matronly woman at the sandwich shop placed her hand on his while giving him his order, her gaze smoldering and hungry. Even the elderly librarian stared at him with an uncharacteristic warmth that made him uncomfortable.

By evening, Alex was both confused and oddly pleased. He'd never considered himself particularly attractive. Average height, decent features, but nothing remarkable. Yet today, women of all ages and types seemed unable to resist him. The confidence that came with the attention was hard to ignore. So that night when he went to the bar, he decided to lean into it, and see where things went.

The results were immediate and overwhelming. Within minutes of sitting down, three different women had approached him, each making increasingly explicit offers. Where they women earlier had seemed to sense his hesitance and held back, these women seemed to feed off his new-found confidence. The first simply asked for his number while leaning down to give him a good long look down her dress.. The second, a businesswoman still in her work attire, whispered that she'd always wanted to be taken in a bathroom stall. The third, freshly twenty-one and wearing more makeup than clothes, slid into his booth and started rubbing his cock through his jeans straight away.

"I've never done this before," she breathed, her hands already wandering beneath the table. "But I need you. Right now."

Alex found himself in a nearby hotel room within the hour. The encounter was wild, passionate, and utterly baffling in its intensity. The woman, whose name he never even learned, behaved as if his touch were addictive, her body responding with an enthusiasm he'd never experienced before.

He never considered what else could come from her new appeal.

So when he got home the next afternoon and saw his big sister Emily on the porch with a beer, he looked her in the eye like he always did.

And then it happened.

Emily's voice trailed off mid-sentence. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as her entire demeanor shifted. The casual affection in her expression melted away, replaced by the same raw, desperate hunger he'd seen in countless other women.

"Alex..." she breathed, her voice suddenly husky. "I... I never noticed before..."

"Noticed what?" he asked, though he already knew.

"Everything," she whispered, unconsciously leaning closer. "How... how handsome you are. How much I need..."

Alex's mind screamed that this was wrong. This was his sister, for God's sake. But his body responded differently. Emily was undeniably beautiful. More so than any of the strangers that had been throwing themselves at him.

"Em, we shouldn't—" he began, but she was already moving closer.

"Why not," she interrupted, straddling his lap. "We've always been so close. Please, Alex..."

In that moment, Alex made a decision. He stopped fighting it, stopped questioning why this was happening to him. He simply gave in to the overwhelming desire he saw reflected in his sister's eyes.

He decided he deserved it.

What followed was the most intense encounter of his life. Emily's enthusiasm surpassed even the girl from the night before. She seemed to know exactly how to touch him, how to move, how to drive him to heights of pleasure he'd never imagined possible. Like she was in his head. Like she knew what he wanted even before he did. When they finally collapsed together, sweat-soaked and sated, she curled against him with a contented sigh.

"I knew it would be like this," she murmured against his chest. "I've always known, deep down."

Alex stroked her hair, a strange mix of satisfaction and confusion warring within him. He still didn't understand what had changed, why women suddenly found him so irresistible. But as Emily's fingers traced patterns on his chest, he decided he didn't really care.

"Always?" he asked.

"Well," she replied, hand starting to stroke his cock again, "at least since an hour ago." She pulled upward and kissed him hard, causing him to harden again in her hand.

"What the fuck?" The shout came from the door of his room, left open in their haste. But as Alex looked at his mother with shocked and frightened eye contact, he saw her posture change. Her own eyes dropped to the cock that Emily was still stroking and she reached up to untie the strap of her dress.

"You didn't want to include me?"

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Mother of an Empire

"Suh--something's wrong," was really all that Lucy was able to whimper by the time Sue got home, and she looked at her roommate with an expression of desperate confusion on her stupefied face as she wordlessly pleaded for any kind of assistance with her unfortunate and unexpected condition. She was already showing by then, the belly that had been flat and taut less than twenty-four hours ago now swollen with child, and it was obvious what the sudden pregnancy was doing to her because her bare cunt was leaking messy gushes of musk all over the living room floor. Sue was just glad they had hardwood floors in the apartment, or their damage deposit would be gone.

She sighed in exasperation, laying a few old blankets down on the floor and guiding Lucy over to them by the hair so she could spend a little time cleaning up the messy spots where her roommate had been crawling around. "Nothing's wrong," she said as she worked, trying to keep her voice pitched low and soothing in an effort to calm the trembling woman's confusion and alarm. "You're actually a very lucky girl, you know. Very few are chosen as one of the Imperator's prize breeding sows--I think all of your children will be considered royalty back on their homeworld, which has to be kind of an honor for you. How many girls from Des Plaines can say that?" Lucy only stared at her in mute incomprehension, but that was only to be expected. Even discounting the effects of the neuronic scrambler, the pregnancy hormones had to be doing a number on her by this point.

She took a moment to walk over and pat Lucy on the head, giving her scalp a little scritch and sighing, "Look, I know it's a pretty big adjustment, okay? But it's not like it's going to be forever. The gestation period's a little longer than normal, about two years, and when it's over you'll have a whole three weeks of thinking for yourself before they come back to collect the child and reimpregnate you. And honestly, Lu, with the medical technology they have you won't even notice any lingering effects on your body. You'll probably live to be two hundred at this rate." So would Sue, probably, but she didn't feel like she needed to go into all the details of the deal that ended with Lucy down on her hands and knees with her swollen belly and heavy udders dangling under her. It wouldn't be productive anyway given how dumbed down Lucy was right now.

"And I'll be here to take care of you the whole time, and I'll make sure you've got a way of satisfying your… urges…." Sue reached down between Lucy's thighs, her fingers touching a slick and sodden mess of desperate lust, and she gave her roommate a caress that left the pregnant woman mewling and whimpering in helpless arousal. "Sorry, it's a side effect of the implant. You need a few very specific hormones to make your body compatible for breeding, and there's a little dealie inside you that releases them slowly over the course of your pregnancy. I guess it makes you stupid fucking horny most of the time, but you don't mind, do you?" Lucy ground her hips into Sue's touch, and the fading light of intelligence behind her eyes said more than words ever could.

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Amber Sneaks In

"You could always leave, you know." Amber gradually raises her hips, lifting her perfectly shaped pussy out of the suds and foam to wink tantalizingly at Nathan before sinking back into the water. "You could just walk right out that door, go down to the lobby and complain to management, and tell them some weird groupie has broken into your fancy penthouse suite and she's taking a bubble bath in your big private bathtub." She repeats the trick, ensuring with every glimpse of her soft pink labia that he won't do any of the entirely sensible things she's suggesting. "But you're not doing that, Nathan. Why aren't you?"

It's a very good question, and yet the pop star's brain is so hollowed out by those tempting glimpses of Amber's naked body that he can't seem to find an answer beyond the vague, abstract notion of a wife somewhere out in the world who'd be upset with him if he fucked one of his fans. And Amber's quick to fill that void in his mind, telling him, "You're not leaving because your dick is doing all the thinking now, Nathan. It's so big and hard and throbbing that it's telling you exactly what you need to do and you're just too weak and confused and horny to resist it, aren't you?" Nathan doesn't actually intend to nod. He wants to find something clever to say here. But Amber's lush, pale ass rises up out of the water again and he finds himself too distracted to disagree.

"Your cock is telling you to get naked for me," Amber intones, her soothing tones sounding intimately familiar in Nathan's ears. He has a distant, muddled memory of it from the meet-and-greets earlier, the backstage tours for the VIPs that all blended together into one long haze of handshaking and smiling and repeating the same corny catchphrases to one starstruck fan after another. It was almost a relief when Amber took charge of the conversation, he remembers, even though he doesn't actually know what she said and he's not sure why he connects their earlier encounter to the inexplicably missing key card he had to replace. He's so busy wondering about it he barely notices his hands moving to strip away his clothing.

The warm water brings his mind back into focus for a moment, its feel against his bare legs too difficult to ignore. But he soon becomes accustomed to it, and Amber lifts her hips again and purrs out, "Your little man knows just where it wants to be, doesn't it, babe?" and before Nathan knows it he's kneeling down in the spacious bathtub to sink his shaft directly between the plump labia that have been enticing him since he first walked in. Something about the scent she makes when he fucks her lends an extra urgency to all of Nathan's thrusts, and he loosely remembers that same erotic scent when he and his wife were trying for a baby but all it does is convince his prick to fuck harder. And Nathan's prick is in charge now.

"That's it, that's a good boy, you--nhhh! You're going to fuck me so good, you won't be able to hold back even a drop of cum, good boy, good--" Amber's voice breaks off into a choked, straining gasp for a moment, and he feels her cunt squeeze around him, but that too only makes him want to fuck her harder. The water sloshes over the sides of the tub as he gets fully into their sex, forcing her to grip the porcelain rim to keep herself from being inadvertently submerged, and Nathan can't help driving her ass back down below the suds when he leans his whole weight into her. But as he shoots his load, the only thing in his mind is the image of her perfect pussy.

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