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[what-even-is-thiss]

Fairy: Hey I didn’t get your name.

Me: Yeah that was on purpose.

Fairy: Oh my god stealing people’s names has been categorized as a war crime for like a hundred years. Do I seem like the kind of fairy that would do war crimes?

Me: Well yes, but that’s just my impression of you personally. Not fairies in general.

Fairy: You’re smarter than I thought.

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Me: So is the fairy monarch democratically elected?

Fairy: I think the one from a small corner of Alabama might be but for the most part, no. It’s still decided by a contest between the three oldest children.

Me: What kind of competition?

Fairy: Well it used to be to the death but that was too violent so these days each kingdom comes up with their own. In mine I think they play marbles but I’ve never seen one.

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Me: Okay so why shouldn’t I say thank you or give gifts in return for favors?

Fairy: That’s mostly a regional thing but where I’m from it’s insulting to the wealth of the person giving you stuff. Like you really only thank people when what they did was like a huge burden so if you thank someone for giving you something that’s like calling them poor.

Me: Fairies have wealth inequality?

Fairy: I mean we technically still live under a feudal system if I’m being honest but with modern technology and ethics nobody notices.

Me: Do you have Internet down there?

Fairy: Only dial-up. That’s why I come to your house.

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Fairy: So you’re telling me that human men don’t think that frog eyes are sexy?

Me: Well not most of them to my knowledge.

Fairy: So I bought these contacts for nothing.

Me: Hey man you don’t have to be a frog spirit to lure men into your clutches. Plenty of dudes are into cat eyes and ghoulish moaning.

Fairy: You really think so?

Me: I know so! Stop doubting yourself so much. You can definitely find some mortal men to lure into the timeless void for several centuries and adopt a demon cat with you.

Fairy: Thanks, man. That means a lot.

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Fairy: So humans... don’t eat glass?

Me: No? It’ll cut up our insides and kill us.

Fairy: Ooohhhh. Oh no.

Me: What did you do now?

Fairy: More like... what I’ve done over the past three centuries since I moved out of my mom’s house.

Me: Did the coughing up of blood not cue you into anything?!?!!

Fairy: I thought that humans just spontaneously die sometimes!

Me: No we don’t! There’s physical reasons for these things!

Fairy: So... no more bringing nightshade and glass entrees to the potluck?

Me: No!

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Me: So why mushrooms as portals?

Fairies: Look man, even we don’t mess with mushrooms alright? Sometimes they open up a portal to the human world and it’s just best to not question it.

Me: So wait. You don’t make the fairy circles?

Fairy: No. Mushrooms decide.

[thetitans-stories]

The new Queen looked over at her sleeping King on their bed. Things had been a whirlwind all day. It started with a strange man walking through the palace gates. The guards just let him through and directed him to the main hall that hosted the then current royal family. She had been sitting beside her father, just turned 20 but already an accomplished diplomat and spy. Listening to complaints was part of the job, but this strange man walked into the main hall as if he owned it. While this behaviour was strange, it was nothing compared to what occurred next.  The current petitioner, a noble woman complaining about the borders of such and such land, turned around to see who dare interrupt her speech, but as she did, her eyes glazed over to pure white as the strange man made a hand gesture towards her. Her father stood up and demanded an explanation, but the strange man just looked at him and snapped his fingers. Without any reaction, where her father once stood, now a black lingerie hovered mid air along with the royal crown above it, before it all clattered into a pile in front of the throne. Everyone was in shock, except the strange man that just walked up, picked up the crown and placed it on his own head. He dared anyone that challenged his right to rule to speak up or come face him. While being slightly overweight as part of the royal banquets, the princess stood up quickly for someone of her size and was about to scream. But one look at her from the man, and her body melted away, leaving behind a gorgeous woman with long red hair. Most importantly, a new mindset as the new queen of the realm, to serve under her king. She was entirely naked so she picked up the remains of her former father and put them on.As she did, all memories of it ever being a real person faded from her memories, replaced with memories of it being her favourite piece to wear. Most of the guards in the chamber stayed silent. As the new king surveyed his guards, anyone with impure or hostile thoughts found themselves as part of the new expanded harem of beautiful girls the king was forming. His queen obviously the harems true leader. Once the mindless noblewoman had been transformed into a footrest worthy of the new king, he kept taking in complaints and issues from petitioners. Obviously, they were swiftly handled, depending on his highness current mood. Standing in the royal bedchamber at night, the new Queen could only admire her Kings powers, as the other five harem slaves pleasured him through his sleep. Tomorrow was a new day. For everyone.

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The mindless slave scrubbed the floor as the Master had ordered. It did not matter that it was almost midnight, slave had no thoughts or will, it did what Master ordered, no feelings or emotions behind its glassy eyes.

The clock struck its first 10 strikes towards midnight. slave ignored it. until the 11th chime. Lisas head snapped up from staring at the floor she was cleaning. She realized. Everything that she had been ordered to do for the past 24 hours. Or almost. It began at the office. A bet. her co-worker betting he could hypnotize her. She was sceptical but had seen one show at least where people did things against their will. So she made him promise. A promise to not have her mind changed for more than 24 hours. That she would be fully back to normal within that time. He made the promise and she agreed to go under. That was her last free action as a free thinking person. He kept his promise. Every day for the past two years, as the clock strikes 11 at midnight, she had been under for 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds. 

Her mind returned to her with the knowledge that when she heard the clock strike midnight, she would again become his mindless slave for the next 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds. Each night, during this second, she would become aware of everything he had done to her and made her do. Every night, she orgasmed loudly as her mind returned, conditioned to do so as well. At this point, she had no choice but to enjoy it. Each night. Shock. Pleasure. Bliss. Mindless. All in the span of a second. The clock struck 12. slave was curious why it kept orgasming at the stroke of midnight, but that thought appeared in its brain and evaporated in less than a second.

It kept scrubbing the floor, including the now wet spot that somehow had appeared behind her. Mindlessly. A promise kept.

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Story post

Finished posting a older story slightly rewritten for obvious purposes.  Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688494196702789632?source=share Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688510192129818624?source=share Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688581006780940289?source=share Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688663474935660544?source=share Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688751353856737280?source=share Hopefully my muse will let me work over summer.

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( Continued from https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688663474935660544?source=share )   Unit 5-8-M booted up in its standing position. Since this was a first activation it sensed around for control rods. Sensing one it quickly connected its processors and subsystems to it, as was programmed. Once connected whoever held the rod, controlled the unit. This is how it was and always will be. The units microphone picked up a voice. The voice of a humanoid. Male. With the added signals coming from the control rod mixing in, Unit 5-8-M concluded this voice belonged to the owner, sampled the voice and booted up its own speaker. “Greetings Owner. This is unit 5-8-M, your personal slave-bot. What is your command?”

Gen reformed herself inside her lamp. While her Master was a glorious one, she needed to return to her home from time to time to recharge. There was a odd looking laptop sitting on a cloud table. Just as the thought of what it was doing there, an absolute torrent of memories, information and sensations flooded into her brain. If she had not been of the Djinn that flood could have overwhelmed her completely. As she recuperated once the flood stopped she looked down at the laptop. This wasn’t her original intention. Why was she not back as Samantha, as odd of a name that was? Gen looked over the commands and snickered to herself. “First and most importantly, reset reality to previous physical and mental state after 24 hours passed. Checked.“ When you choose to do three changes in a row, that would only reset everything back to the second change. A mistake Gen was pleased with since she now existed instead of Samantha. She felt a little bit sad that Samantha had to be erased from existence, but only a little bit. This explained her previous sense of reality alteration as she was literally created by it but not aware of that fact. She calmly rationalized that since in this reality the laptop would not have existed in her possession, to avoid loops and causality paradoxes, it simply transferred to this reality once the program finished running. She picked up the laptop, curious as to where such a powerful device could have originated from when she felt the tug at her necklace. The Master, her love, needed her again. She turned herself into mist, bringing the laptop with her. She materialized in front of the golden throne her Master sat upon, being rubbed by five gorgeous women called “Cheerleaders” but they were all obviously only cheering silently for a single being now days. Gen reformed out of her smoke kneeling before her Master. The smile on her Masters face faded into confusion for a second and he asked “Genie, what is that laptop with you? Give it to me!” Only with a single seconds hesitation Gen levitated the laptop up to her Master, a growing worry was building up inside of her. “My Lord. Please, it is…” but at that point he held up a single index finger in front of him. All of his cheerleaders fell completely silent as they kept massaging him. Gen fell silent instantly, that finger meant none of the slaves were allowed to utter a single word or sound willingly. Gen looked up at her Master pleadingly as that was everything she could do as he looked further and further into the laptop. As a member of the Djinn, she could sense shifts in reality, but that was about it. She felt such a change wash outwards from the laptop. Looking around the elves pleasuring their joint Master were still there, but Gen could still feel something was off. Her fear started to grow as she saw the surprised and then devilish grin on her Masters face. She wanted to warn him, to tell him something. But he rattled away again on the keyboard and…. Why was she so afraid of a little laptop? It was obviously harmless. She visibly relaxed and put her forehead onto the ground as a good slave would, and awaited her Masters next command. The End (for now)

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( Continued from https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688581006780940289?source=share )   Gen sneezed as she materialized inside the cloudy mists of her lamp. That is strange she thought. Normally she only sneezed when a particularly heavy wish was granted and she had to rewrite a lot of reality to grant it. Odd. Anyway, she didn’t have to wait long. Somebody must have found her lamp cause she felt the usual sucking and *POP* she materialized in the mortal realm, her legs still made of gas connecting her to her eternal prison. She looked over the Master that had summoned her this time. Young adult. Cute in that kind of nerdy way. “Greetings Master. You have summoned the Genie of the lamp. What is your wish?” While the shell shocked master stood in front of her trying to form words she looked around the room. Student flat, one room. Posters of half naked cosplayers. Yup. Nailed it. Nerd. With shaking hands the man put down her lamp on the table and pulled out his wallet. What was he going to do? Bribe her? But he just pulled out a large piece of paper. Oh no, is this one of those nerds that thought about a possible wish for years? This could not end well. Usually Gen had to deal with impulsive, on the spot wishes. Easy to grant, easy to twist. The man cleared his throat as he read from the paper: “I wish that any female that I find attractive and observes me will instantly and forever see me as the most attractive person they have ever seen without altering my physical or mental state.” Gen was smiling all the way through the wish until the last few words. Her twist was up in smokes, literally. She tried to think of a different twist but the magic was already flowing out of her hands as she as matter of fact stated “Your wish is granted Master.” and slapped together her hands with a bang, sending the magic into the Master, making his eyes glow for a few seconds and then….. nothing. Gen looked down at her hands. The wish worked, didn’t it? Examining her hands and yup, the magic had been released and the wish granted. As she looked up, she had to take a deep breath, even if she had no need for air. Standing before her was the most perfect example of a Master that she had ever laid her eyes upon. His hair. His eyes. His cheeks. His hands. Everything. Perfect. She materialized herself as far down to her knees as she could, still bound to the lamp from her feet. Just so she could fall down on her knees and gaze up at this perfection in front of her. He started talking. Even his voice was like honey for her ears. Something about numbers. Her mind a bit jumbled by the visage in front of her she let her subconscious answer. She just blurted out a reply “Normally Masters get three wishes but for you my love I will grant as many as you would ever want.” He seemed pleased with this answer but suddenly the door burst open behind him. A pretty cheerleader, his age, stormed in hurling insults. At least until she gazed up the Masters visage. Her tirade gone from the air and her mind before her knees hit the floor in worship just staring at him. The Master said something again. Again, Gen could not care what he actually said, she just embraced the melody of his words. “Granted” she stated, as the breasts of the transfixed cheerleader burst out from her tight clothing enlarged by magic. Master smiled at both of them and that made Gen smile too. If her Master was happy, she was happy. He said some words again and both of the girls stood up, half naked now. He wrapped one arm around each of them and for a second Gen had a orgasm. The bad thing about being a Genie of the lamp is that you must always be able to grant wishes of the owner. So while she did orgasm from his touch, her body quickly calmed down or it would possibly miss a wish. The other girl had no such bad luck and was constantly squirming and rubbing herself up against the Master. Noticeably horny. Very well. Master would wish when he needed to, so Gen followed him and her new sister-slave out of the room and onward.

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(Continued from https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688510192129818624?source=share ) ———24 hours later ———

Samantha screamed as orgasm rocked her fragile body. Clutching the drenched bed sheets she managed to calm herself down in what felt like forever. She could never have imagined what it would be like to have the same orgasm, repeated over and over for 24 straight hours. Now she knew and she also knew what it would be like to be a mindless cumming body with its mind suppressed for the same time. She knew her boyfriend was a geek and she wasn’t but she liked that about him. But there was something nagging her at the back of her head that something wasn’t right. Shaking away a few more mental cobwebs she pulled the laptop closer. That mindlessness was really hard to shake off, who knew that such powerful effects could transfer between realities for so long. Looking over her commands she almost pressed Enter right away with the same commands as before but she halted herself. Why not make it longer? Or at least a few different ones. So typing in at the bottom of her commands she set “The above changes will occur each 24 hours for the next 72 hours.” She looked it over and felt that should make for a better experience. She pressed the Enter key and reality morphed around her into…..

The Witch of the forest awoke from her trance on a strange bed, in a strange room. She was about to conjure some less revealing clothing when her eyes darted over the large glyph on one wall and her spell fizzled in her hands from not being finished. The Witch knew what had happened to her but she was powerless to do anything about it. A man walked into the room, apparently having heard her chanting. He looked like a decent man but the predatory grin on his face told the Witch she was in a trap with no way out. “Good to see you awake. I don’t know for how long the glyph will hold so lets deal with that first.” The Witch only wanted to scream out in anger and frustration, launching fireball after fireball upon this mortal after she polymorphed him into a frog. But har hands and body simply looked up at him in admiration. “First, cast a permanent love spell on yourself, binding yourself to me.” The Witch could only watch in terror as her hands moved up before her very eyes and a bright pink light zapped itself into her body and mind. It took a second before the Witch looked over her Master and Lover and swooned. One hand twirling her braided hair as her eyes could not leave this perfection of masculinity before her. “Second.” the man pulled on some chains and through the door walked a blue skinned elf, hands manacled and attached to the chain and a gag in her mouth. “Change this useless thing into something of more practical use.”

The Witch looked the newcomer over and a smile crept across her lips. A few hand gestures later a beam of bright blue energy flowed around and into the elf, incapable of doing anything. Once the beam finished, the elf looked….. exactly the same. Apart from her gaze now constantly looking down onto the floor in reverence, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “What did you do?” her Master and Lover asked. The Witch merely waved a hand for the elf to leave and the elfs entire body liquefied in an instant into a clear blue liquid cascading onto the floor, causing her chains and gag to fall to the floor as well. As the man looked down in shock, the water began to move on its own along the floorboards towards the bathroom. The Witch chuckled and said “She is now your bath slave. When you need her to be, she will be the very liquid that cleanses your body. Any other time she will just be a gorgeous elf standing in the bathroom, displaying herself and awaiting your next visit.” As she explained the Master and Lover only stepped closer to her, smiling more and once she finished the explanation he said “Good. Very good work.” and it was like a torrent of arousal flooding through her system. Pleasing Him was the greatest compliment she could ever have been given. If there was ever any residual part of her former self buried or hiding inside her body or mind, that surge had just washed all of it away. The Witch sprawled out onto the bed, allowing her body to join that of her Master and as he touched her, she felt magic like no other. The power of love. (Also, post nr 69 on this account)

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Part 1 can be found here:  https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688494196702789632?source=share Floof watched as the Master left the estate to go about His business. She was never afraid of getting bored since her mind shut down within minutes of the Master not being around. She just felt that something was not right. Something…. ————Flash of reality transfer————- Samantha awoke standing up in the kitchen. Saddened, she gulped down the glass of orange juice in her hand and returned to her laptop. Changing herself and her boyfriend like that was not as exciting as it had been a few days ago. Yes, they could live in a glorious mansion with servants all around and she could be his slave for that time, but she felt that she had gotten herself into a rut. Her imagination was never great. She snapped her fingers in the air. Of course! Her boyfriend had a huge number of sketches. He was super imaginative. Naturally he kept them hidden from everyone, but she had seen some of them as he was working on them and didn’t know she was looking over his shoulder. Sitting down by the laptop on the bed she pondered how to write this perfectly. Time limit and knowledge limit remained in place, both for herself and everybody else. But now the transformation line read “Users reality will be altered into a random slave version of a character users boyfriend has thought of.” Looking over the commands, she felt a surge of excitement once again. Her finger hovered over the Enter key, shaking a little bit before a smile crept across her lips and pressed the button down……

Tracer struck her classic pose for her Master. Sure, he had been a evil villan only a few minutes ago, but with his device he just sucked all of that free will out of her brain. With absolutely no willpower to rewind this wonderful transition she just began to undress, ready to be fucked by his glorious manhood. Not a long time after that, she, her breasts and her body in full was bouncing up and down on the Masters fantastic cock, plunging deeper and deeper into her as she rode on top of him. Her orgasm was as sudden as the beam of light that had enslaved her in the first place. She rode the orgasm, until it crashed away. Sad that it had not lasted long, she realized something and rewinded. Her body shimmered on top of Him as her body returned to its pre-orgasm state. Seconds later, she came again for the first time. Rewind. Orgasm. Rewind. Orgasm. An hour later, the drooling empty husk of the former heroine lay on the bed, still automatically rewinding to experience another orgasm, the Master stood up from the bed and walked away with a smile on his face.

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Samantha kept munching on her third pizza of the day. This would have bothered her a few days ago but with the discovery of the Master PC program, her perfectly cute bubble butt, her slim model waistline, her long gorgeous hair draped over her back and bed, all of those physical concerns were gone. When she discovered the program, it became clear to her that the few permanent changes she did to herself was accepted as perfectly normal by everybody else, including her boyfriend (who got a update in the downstairs department, mainly for her own pleasure). But that was not where she wanted to go. Looking through the settings, she had found the perfect combination for her own little kinks: First and most importantly, reset reality to previous physical and mental state after 24 hours passed. Checked. Awareness of reality having been altered during the duration: Nobody. Checked. Oblivious to the program and its changes for the duration: Herself. Checked. Retaining all memories after changes have concluded: Herself. Checked. Typing in the changes for this first trail, she hit Enter and….

“You humans are very silly, modesty do you call it? I don’t see any reason for me to have this on me.” “I told you already, my name is Daniel, now will you please put some more clothes on?” “There is no need, I already told you so. The holographic projector can make me look like any of your species, including outfits, but I prefer to look like normal with you here.” “Please Samdexherathi-berhatgDAAA that name is just simply impossible to pronounce with a human tongue.” “Again, I told you to call me Sam, that is perfectly fine for this type of first contact. Now, what were you going to say” “Please don’t use your pheromones tonight. I have a super important meeting tomorrow and I can’t spend the night fucking you again, no matter how pleasuring it is mmmmmmm.” “Oh, you misunderstand little human. Those “Pheromones” you speak of are simply what I smell like. It is not my fault that you become so, what was your word for it again? Right, Horny when breathing it. Not that I complain, Sedrellachich males have nothing in the equipment department compared to you humans. Now how about we get into some inter-species copulations? “hngggggggggggggg” “Thought as much.”

——–24 hours later——-

Samantha lay panting on her own bed, in her much more human skin and body. All the memories of the past 24 hours had been a blur, but after fucking her boyfriend unconscious she had taken the mailman, the neighbor and his wife into her body. It all had felt so natural and fantastic, yet something was missing. Something she had yearned for. and now it was within her grasp. Setting up the limitations exactly the same as before, seriously, this was a reality altering program, how could it not create simple macros? Same as before and then started typing carefully and extremely specific. She hovered her finger over the Enter button and smiled as she pressed it down……

“Welcome home Master Daniel. How may this slave pleasure you today.”

“Ughhh. Still not used to having you around Suki. How was your day?”

“It was pleasing Master. I have cleaned the entire house, done the dishes, washed your clothing and stayed horny all day awaiting your return.”

“Thats grea…wait, I never told you to do that last thing.”

“Silly Master. You don’t actually need to tell me to do things. What kind of a slave would this one be if I could not read your mind and learn what you truly wish for me to do?

“That’s…. a little terrifying but also very hot. How about food?”

“The steak is almost done. Medium rare, correct?”

“That mind reading thing is probably going to take longer to get used to than the hole slave thing.”

“Now, while you eat, would you like me to give you a blowjob, a titjob or fuck me across the table?”

“Ehmmmmm?”

“You are naughty Master. All 3 it is as you command.” ——-24 hours later——- Samantha fell off the bed as she got pulled back into her original reality. Trying to quickly getting back up on it, she had to attempt 4 times standing up before getting there due to the flood of memories pouring into her brain. Suki had a lot of thoughts and memories to go over but one thing was clear. Samantha absolutely loved it, as long as she could reset it back to normal. Looking at the program and the empty change box in it. She was just not the type of person that came up with all of these scenarios, she has done the two she could think of, but she didn’t want to spend time as her old boring self, she wanted to spend the time as other creations, not spending the time making it up.  But what if she didn’t need to? ((Old readers might recognize the story, but I had to make some changes due to images no longer working on this platform, and a lot of these stories are based on said images so I had to do some light rewriting))

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(Final chapter, earlier chapter here https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688228322485878784?source=share ) I woke up the next morning with a bad headache. This beauty was next to me, I had gone to be Pink from yesterday and she apparently became this today. Looking out the window, I could see that where yesterday was at least a partial lake that wasn’t transformed by my presence, there was now one massive pool. About the size of the lake. Looking around, everything I could see was changed into my mansion grounds. Now I had around 40 slaves, and a quick weather satellite search proved it. It was visible, a large circle. Worst of all, I could feel the headache come and go in small bursts. Zooming in, I could see my lands now crossed over a medium sized road outside the forest. Every single car, every single person driving through that area would be my slave. I groaned as I felt another bus driving through that road, feeling each soul of theirs be reformed into something else. At this point I had given up. I tried hard to not be near people, but my powers just spread too far. There was nothing stopping it now.

The day after I could feel better, but one look at the map again showed the scale. When I went to be last night I must have had thousands of slaves, now my area covered a smaller town, maybe another 10000 slaves. More and more drove into the area to vanish and become something else. These two horny slaves entertained me over the day. I tried to to some calculations but I kept getting distracted by my slaves orgasms or more senses of people being changed as they drove into my lands. Defeated, I went to bed again.

Next morning I was awoken by a phone call. It was a jailor (her silky smooth voice told me very quickly she was one of my servants) that asked if my property could commit crimes. Apparently, I had transformed an entire jail, and now each inmate was a slave of mine. Obviously they considered themselves property and property can not commit crimes. It was not a discussion I wanted to have so I had them all stay in the prison for now, but with nobody actually locked up. This one apparently enjoyed the bars enough to stay inside her cell. Looking at the map again, I had absorbed several large towns. A quick calculation my estimate was about 2 million people by now. I went to bed that night slightly distraught but not doing anything about it.

Next day, All of the USA was covered, part of Canada and Mexico. This was how the agents looked like now these days. Seductive but highly trained. With an entire country of many, many millions of slaves, I could only assume that this was the last day the rest of the world was outside my influence.  But this is how it always had been according to everyone. Nobody thought it strange that one man owned a nation of women.

The next day, my suspicions confirmed. The entire world changed. I woke up with a nosebleed one of my two red servants here wiped off and made me ready for my day. I got some reports in from my loyal subjects. Apparently, at least a dozen people were still not changed. They managed to remain normal. My slaves obviously quickly tracked them down and had them before me. When I touched them, they morphed like anybody else had done and became my devoted pets.

This one was dragged in last. She was swearing in a language I could not understand. A swearing tone is however universal. She ws the only one I had ever seen that probably understood what I had done to the world. She was a thin, mousy brunette, Caucasian, probably European. I told her two words. ”I’m sorry.” before I touched her chin and lifted up her eyes to meet mine. I could see the fear in her eyes be replaced with a vapid bimbo look not understanding anything. But I did one last thing. The moment I felt that ”everything is normal” that I had ignored for so long. I embraced it this time. My own perspective changing to that of who I am supposed to be. A master of the planet. I took my seat on my throne, happy to let blondie suck me off while I thought of new things to make. I had all the time in the world.

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(part 3, continued from here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/688044929038057472?source=share ) It has been a few days. My pets, it is the best word to describe them as they can’t leave even if I tell them to as their addiction brings them back before sundown, are sometimes very useful. Some days, like today, I wake up to this. Bunny 1 and 2 besides my bed. As is quite clear, Bunny 1 has lost most of her faculties and is drooling. This is only an issue for me for a few seconds, as I have gotten a decent grasp on my powers by now, and remove the drool from reality. But for some reason I can’t seem to be able to restore her mind. No matter what I change her into, her mind seems broken. Maybe this was inevitable, maybe there is something I can do about it. But to do something about it, I had to find a new test subject, previously unaffected by me. Now, my mansion is of a size and the gardens with it is quite large so I can’t really see the edge of it from the house. So, I got a packed lunch from my cat-girl chef, altered one of the statues in the garden to a bicycle (I like the exercise) and rode off down the main path to the north.

Now I was expecting this to take a few hours, but by 3pm I had still not reached the edge of my altered mansion and into the forest and I was getting slightly worried. Then, this latex woman stood in the middle of the path. I had checked in with my four pets in the mansion so she wasn’t one of them (the last one being a french maid today) so I stopped beside her. Her eyes were blank and only repeated the word Obey over and over in a hushed voice. A very short conversation later, I was speeding forwards on the road. Apparently, she had taken a walk away from a conference center out here in the woods. Fully staffed, cabins at a lake, sort of a retreat but for business people that actually wanted to be able to get work done as well. This is what worried me, because my own garden had not ended yet. I arrived at the center but it was all changed, into a similar style of my mansion, roman columns, statues, fountains, gravel pathways and ponds. I could see the road leading towards it as a straight line through the forest and the altered landscape did end a bit further away.

I entered the building and was greeted by this. The receptionist like this, again almost whispering Obey over and over. Once I touched her, she looked up at me and smiled like she found a purpose in life. I was beginning to understand that I could not outrun this weird power that I had, and it was beginning to escape whatever control I thought I had over it. Moving through the building I touched the rest of the staff, claiming them as my own. Most of them were maids in various outfits and some even fantastical creatures. Elves, fox girls, aliens, anything my own subconscious had ever seen or thought of was here in the flesh before me, ready, willing and happy to serve my every whim. I could still feel that voice in my head that said everything was normal, ignoring it as usual.

I walked into the bar and found this bartender with one of my favorite drinks in hand. I figured that it was late and I had not fucked for most of the day so I plowed her from behind over a barstool. She kept thanking me but I was getting more worried about the spread of my influence. Once I had cum, I slapped her on her butt sending her back to her work, as I checked out the pool and found two mermaids happily splashing water at each other. These were not as mindless as the others, but if they were, they would probably had died from drowning so at least it keeps them alive, whatever ”that” is.

I quickly felt 11 pushes against my will, that everything was normal. This is odd since I don’t normally feel it this fast and often and it was a really tough process to keep myself from accepting the everything was normal response. I ran out into the courtyard and a bus with 11 gorgeous ladies stepped out of it. In my rush to check who was here, I had forgotten this was a place people sometimes come to and these were here for a conference. Even the former busdriver was now a goalie. After some questions it was clear they had one person arriving after them by car so I had to do an experiment. I walked out of the area that was my own transformed land up the road leading there. That is when i got my first shock. As I left the land and walked into a forest road, in a 15f radius around me, the land changed to become my transformed land. Walking in the middle of the road, the entire road was now my ”land” for a lack of a better term.

So I stopped at the side of the road and waited. It only took another 10 minutes for me to hear the car coming down the road. From what I got time to see thought the windscreen, it was a boring business type woman, tight blouse, suit on, ponytail but was not reacting in any way she was about to drive onto a marble tiled road from the forest dirt road she was on. Just as she passed the threshold her car changed, and her. Now, the car was a Lambo, sparkling new and shiny. The car stopped right beside me, and opening the door was a pink tiefling woman, in a frilly white dress, stockings, tail and horns. She still held some kind of book in her hand, but that fell flat to the ground as she wrapped her lips around my cock. Whatever is happening to me is spreading, and it is spreading fast.

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(Part 2, continued from this post https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/687140590483275776?source=share ) Turns out, sleeping with my condition, is slightly worrying for everything around me. I woke up with this pretty thing on the bed. Yes, the wings are real (and orgasmicly extremely sensitive), but again, she had no clue as to anything being different. Now, she had stayed my devoted loyal love slave, so my subconscious is probably making changes around when I am sleep and it can run free. Taking a walk around the house and the garden, the house was no longer a wood cabin, it was a fully fledged mansion, with walls, a gate, out in the middle of the woods. I could tell that from my bedroom in around a 100 foot radius, things were changed, marble plates to walk on, a swimming pool and all walled in. Outside the changes continued, but gradually faded into the wooden earth that was there before and the trees that filled in this forest. I still had that tiny sense of this was normal, but I learned to ignore that by now, this could not be normal for someone to do while they slept. I walked back in and tried to focus. My subconscious could make changes to things, but so far, I could not do so while awake. I focused on the refrigerator. I saw that shimmer of reality breaking for a second, and opened it, finding it full of fresh, fantastical foods. I closed my eyes and imagined, when I opened them and turned around, the dining hall was set to a banquet. Now, however much I want to change something inorganic, it could not change that to living, thinking organic. Living animals, nope. People, nope. People could turn into other ”people” considering I had a Pixie as my love slave, but not to inanimate things.

I decided to take a walk into the forest, leaving Fey behind in the mansion. I was surprised to find a female hiker nearby. I really, really tried to focus on not changing her, but I only got within 30 feet, before my foot snapped a twig. She looked up and saw me, but at the same time, her body morphed into this dryad thing. She just giggled at me and faded away into a nearby tree. Clearly, I just created her as part of reality, not made any mental changes.

Continuing for a few hours down a rarely used path, I found a different cottage. Small, handmade but clearly unassuming. One thought flashed through my mind. A witch might live here. And then a full on blast flowed out of all of me, focusing forward into the cottage. The looks changed slightly, but now it had herbs drying from strings, a cauldron bubbling away over a small firepit. Opening the door from inside, was this blue skinned four armed witch, dressed clearly to seduce me. It took a bit of willpower, but I felt that this could be very bad. So I focused again, but this time on mental changes. Willing things to change was a lot easier than willing things to not change. I could see the confusion in her eyes for a second, before she smiled and this time it was a genuine sexual pleasure radiating from her body. We did have sex, and I will say that four arms are a lot better than two. She left me with a potent potion, so now my dick stays as erect that I want it to be. It is also good to have a magical being out here, tied to your will that can help out when I am not around.

The next morning, I woke up but had no partner. I had sent Fey off to the witch so they could get more acquainted with each other. What I did not count on, was without someone to change, my subconscious would change a lot of other things. Outside my walls, was now gardens. As far as the eye could see. I had to walk for 2 hours before I got to the forest again. And I noticed why my juju had run out. Two elves that probably was a pair of campers and themselves, their clothing and tent morphed into this. I walked up on them fondling and kissing each other, so I guess my sleep brain likes them bisexual. Once I walked up however, they started chatting in elvish, a language I did not understand. But their devotion to me was unmistakable. The border of my changes only lasted a few feet past their camp. I had one of them go fetch my other two slaves and bring them back to the mansion. It was probably a good idea to keep a few around that my powers could go ham on at night, so it did not end up changing the world around me anymore.

Now, every day, I have a new set of slaves around. It makes things unpredictable, but it does put a strain on names. I can never give them names or learn them before they change again. They seem perfectly happy to be named whatever I want them to be. So pool toy 1 and 2 here are more than happy to flaunt their bodies for my pleasure. The funny thing is, when they fully submerge into water, they turn into mermaids. Just a quirk I found funny and interesting that I can set transformations to go off in post script.

Now, if you will excuse me, Zelda here is as athletic as a world class marathon runner, can hold her breath that puts pearl divers to shame and has a extreme oral fixation that means if she does not suck my cock for 20 minutes straight, without taking a breath mind you, she gets withdrawal symptoms that include hyper ventilation and literally begging me to fuck her mouth. She gets that about once every 3 hours, and from the look of her lollypop I say that she is about to hit that 3 hour mark pretty soon.

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My name does not matter. I am a young male in my 20s, a nerd, and I was part of a science experiment. They hooked me up to a variety of equipment, I am not a tech nerd so I had no idea what half of the things did but I do understand that they measure something. They injected me with some ”harmless” solutions and registered the effects. It was a good gig. 1000 dollars for sitting in a chair for 5 hours a day for a week. I have done more exhausting work.

On the 6th day, that is when the weird things started. I was injected as per usual, but the liquid was all rainbow colored and floating around, not like the clear previous ones. It took less than five minutes and I felt something was off. But I could never put my finger on what.

I looked up from my usual daydreaming in the chair to speak up to the professor and a gorgeous blond woman stood in front of me. Now, here is the even weirder part. Every fiber of my brain told me this was the professor. Every memory I went through, this bombshell showed up.

I looked to my left for anything else and my eyes landed on the lab assistant. A brunette just as stacked and in fishnet clothing. Again, every memory of them gave the same person, but I knew that this sort of clothing was not practical at all for doing experiments in. Next, they both kneeled down and gave me a blowjob. Not a word between us. Again, memories in my brain told me this is normal, it was part of the experiment and they have done this before. Yet, I knew it should not have been.

After the blowjob I made an excuse to go to the toilet and walked out the door and up the stairs from the basement lab. There stood two security guards that had walked down the stairs, but they were clearly just going to check up on the professor. The skintight latex clothing, no weapons, just smiles and hips to die for, my brain kept telling me this was normal. But in the back of my brain I began to fight it. This wasn’t normal. Something was happening. And that is when I had a blackout falling to the floor.

I woke up in the hospital a day later. My doctor and nurse were so worried about me, they even had sex with me a few times. Purley for making me feel better. As is any doctor or nurses responsibility. Looking out through my hospital rooms window into the corridor, every person walked around in a skimpy bikini window with latex clothing. White being doctors and black being nurses. This was perfectly normal and my own will to fight was almost gone.

After a few more fuck sessions with the staff I was declared healthy, to the dismay of some of them. I walked out of the hospital and began walking to the bus station. Walking past a skater, she didn’t look like skaters normally do, or did she? My own memories are fuzzy at this point and I just shrugged it off.

Standing at the bus stop, one bus came and let off a single person. I caught her out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a catholic schoolgirl outfit. But once I looked at all of her, blue skin, black horns, blue pigtails I got a much bigger sense of normality. But this time I was prepared for the rush of dizziness as I fought back. Blue demon girls are NOT normal. So I followed her to her school.

Everywhere that I looked, I could see various fantastical races of women, some elves, some demon girls, some aliens. My brain kept telling me it was normal and my will kept fighting back. When I stepped into the large church the school was next to, it was big enough for me to see and notice two people standing by a window much further down. Two normal looking nuns. I walked towards them and as I did, they shifted. Now, two demon girls stood down there, eager to eat each other out. I had 2 memories in my brain. Once of the nuns as I walked in, and one of the demon girls. Both memories seemed to be true. But it finally dawned on me what this injection might have done to me.

I walked out and over to a car that someone was loading a large amount of food into. I tried to focus on her, focus my mind and will. I pushed the now lifeless mannequin away from the boot of the car, closed it and got into the driver seat with the keys in the ignition. Driving to the furthest and loneliest cottage in the forest that I could find took a few hours, I kept to the smaller, less used roads out of fear what my proximity on a motorway might have done. I arrived at a small cottage down a very unused road. There was a car by the cottage but one more I didn’t mind. I stepped up onto the lumberjack happily helped herself to some more wood. Orally and otherwise.

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*hiccup* Professor Amanda Jenkins suddenly flew her hand to her mouth. Not now. She was so close. Two weeks prior, the world had succumbed to the “Bimbo” virus. Every single female lost their IQ and any female above 18 years grew so horny she no longer cared about anything but fucking. With even a single hiccup, she felt that most of what she knew of the virus, including the strain that she almost had a full cure for, evaporated from her mind. She had to… *hiccup* Dam, now her ti.. no… breasts doubled in size. That was, like, going to be annoying. She had to focus, had to save…. *hiccup* Mandy bounced her big titties as they broke free from her tiny blouse. What was she doing wearing clothing anyway. It was, like, hard to think why she ever put such a small thing on in the first place. *hiccup* Giggle. Words sound funny. Hiccups sound even funnier. MJ really tried to think but was only getting a headache from thinking too much. Maybe that was it? Maybe if you stopped thinking, everything would be… *hiccup* A little drool escaped bimbos mouth. From the corner of her eye, she saw the coffee cup she drank out of every morning. A man walked up to it and poured it out in the metal hole thingy with water. He didn’t say a word, he just pulled down his pants, and bimbo instantly knew what to do when she saw his cock. She had to suck it, so she could drink all that lovely cum. Like, it was the best taste in the world. Giggling, she went to work, happy she finally found what she was looking for.

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Agent Sakura was running for her life. She already knew that not all of it was left, but she hoped she could retain as much as possible.

This was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, grab the target, get out. Security was a joke, not even a single guard. When her team entered the target room, the man just sat there, in the middle of the empty room, in a chair.

Agent Sakuras team, consisting of her best female agents she knew, surrounded the guy, awaiting for their commander to do the grab. But for some reason, she didn’t. They just all stood there, guns drawn, in their military outfits. Suddenly, walking past Sakura to her left, a naked female figure walked up to the target to stand beside him. The reaction of her fellow agents where shock and disbelief.

Next to the target stood their own boss, Juanita. But her hair was bright blond, her breasts ballooned into massive spheres. And yet, that face, that latina body, had sent them on this very mission but five hours ago. Agent Sakura looked back at the target, and that smile, those eyes. He knew.

That’s the point were Sakura understood they had walked into a trap. Her suspicion was confirmed a second later as Natasha to her left fell backwards screaming, clutching her head. But instead of crashing onto the ground, in her place a woven rug-carpet spread out behind were she once stood. Woven into the patter was the look of the former Natasha, still clutching her head, the same dark green military outfit.

Sakura looked up, and watched the target look towards the other side of females surrounding him. That’s when she felt the tingle in the back of her brain. Her body responded again. Mainly her legs. Still, even the thought of firing her gun at him was impossible to hold long enough to pull the trigger. So she took her chance and ran for it.

The moment she ran out the door and around it to escape his vision, she felt something hit her backside for a split second. Turning another corner she could see it. The purple hair now blocking her vision from time to time. The burning sensation in her eyes. Her skimpy white and grey outfit making it harder to run properly.

Her mind was still her own, or she would be running the opposite way, she was sure of that. But as she tried to round a corner between two abandoned houses, everything flipped 90 degrees. Not everything, but gravity for her certainly did. But the feeling of running, and then falling face flat into a fence without tripping caused her to loose any sense of direction. As soon as she could lift her face off the fence and push her body out from it, another force pushed itself into her mind.

Agent Sakura wanted to scream, but that want vanished as soon as her mind burned up. Agent nr 1 regained control of her surroundings, processing everything that happened. Then a smile appeared on her face. She was now Masters personal security force. She started running back towards the Master, she could tell were he was anywhere on the planet now. She had so many things to tell him, so many new targets to enslave, to control, to make his property, she was only slightly giggling to herself on that prospect. She was truly happy now.

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She didn’t believe him. Not for a second. At least until he snapped his fingers the first time.

The resulting orgasm that made her knees buckle as she collapsed onto the floor, she could not even think it was true. Panting she made it up on the sofa, trying to crawl away from him, even if some part of her knew the futility of such an attempt.

Another snap, and she fell backwards, unable to get back up again as the orgasm flooded her body and mind. Her body kept humping a non-existing cock. Then cumming again. Then more humping. More cumming. Hump. Cum.

That was an hour ago. Now, multitude of orgasms later, the husk of her former self kept orgasming, but not from fingers snapping. He merely told her to have another one every time she obeyed him. Even as a husk, it craved one thing, and one thing alone. So making sure there was nothing left of her former self was the work of a blink of her eyes. Her now perfect eyes. Reflecting what she is and always will be.

She could not wait for more orders.

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“Ok, Master. What did you do?” “I don’t know what you are referring to?” “Oh please. Yes, you may have made me a horny young sex toy. Yes, the sight of you makes me wet and hot. Yes, I feel like a teenager in love again. Yes, I have not felt this in years and if you showed me your cock I would jump on it one way or the other within seconds.” “I don’t see what the problem….” “The Problem, Master, is that I still remember. I remember the boring old hag I was before all this. I remember that you used to have a different name inside my mind but now it has been replaced by Master.” “Oh…. That…” “Yes. That. Now, how did you do all of this and how can I help you morph some of my former friends?” “Sorry, what did you say?” “God, how can someone that made this happen be so dumb? I love this. I don’t care I will be a sex toy in your future harem. I don’t care about ambitions or my selfish goals. With every fiber of my body and mind, I want to help you. So, how did you do this so we can morph all of my friends into similar bombshells?” “All… your friends?” “Of course. Just make each and every one of them as crazy about fucking, sucking and loving you that you made me and nothing will stop you.” “That… That can be arranged. Follow me.” “Yes Master.”