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I can’t believe you drove me to the beach. Really! It’s too much. But you know what? I’ve got to admit it. You were right. I did need a break from studying, and this is just perfect.

Sometimes you’re just so sweet. Seriously, you’re such a great friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re just… just…

*click*

… just such a great guy.. Honestly! You’re one of the good ones. There’s so many jerks out there — weirdos and pervs. But not you.

So… what do you think of my bikini?

*giggle*

I don’t usually wear these but… well… I thought that maybe you’d like it.

Anyways, my department’s honor society is having a formal gala at the end of the month and I was wondering if you’d… you know…. come with me? As my date?

Really? You will! Oh wonderful! I can’t wait…

*click*

Chyah! I’ve never been before, but the senior girls in my sorority say its, like, totes the hottest party of the year. Fer. Sure.

Sooo, I dunno what the theme is gonna be yet, but I heard they’re deciding between either Slutty Schoolgirl or Hollywood Hos. Oh, and they do this ice luge shot thing that gets you 100 percent wastey-faced. Oh-em-gee!

Anyways, that’s on Saturday. But I’ve gotta head back soon. I told my roommates that we’d spend a night watching the Bachelorette, and you know I can’t disappoint my girls.

*click*

Like I said, my girls never disappoint. Enjoying the view, stud?

*unf*

Stare all you like now, but I expect you to touch ‘em, too. Seriously, getting a hotel room was such a great idea. I fuckin’ swear if you don’t break that bed pounding me, I’m going to be disappointed.

…

What? You want me to call you what? Well why would I say…

*click*

You’re the greatest hubby in the world!

I don’t know how you knew I needed a vacation, but you knew. Unf! I just love lying on the beach with you sweetie. And ya know, I think my man deserves a  reward, too.

So how about this? I go and great ready for our romantic dinner — I promise you’ll love my little red dress — we have too much wine, and then we come back to the hotel room where you can…

Fuck my stupid whore face!

Please!

Please Daddy I need it! I need your dick in me. I need your cock in my throat!

I’m just a dumb little slut!

Fuck meeee!

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An amazing caption!

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Symon Says #1

Hello Sir, im afraid you cant be here, this is a private area.

Oh i do apologise my dear, hmmm has anyone told you that you have beautiful eyes.

I...I thank you sir, but you know you shouldn't be here.

Symon, my name is Symon, and you have amazing hair.

Hello Symon, im Claire, thank you, but you really shouldn't be here, you need to leave.

Hmmm nice body shame about the lack of chest, let's fix that, Symon says chest grow.

Sir this is very inappropriate and....what....

Hmmm nice start but I like my ladies bigger.

Sir....Symon, what are you....how are you doing this, it feels...it feels....uncomfortable.

Hmmm thats not right....oh yeah, let's fix that Symon says grow more.

Ohhh sir I....

Oh right Symon says grow more and feel amazingly pleasurable.

Ohhh god, hmmm oh god, it feels amazing, my boobs are growing in my hands, hmmm I can feel them expand.

Good thats better, Symon says have the biggest orgasm of your life.

Ohhh fuck fuck, oh my god......im..... cumming.......fuck....

Haha, good girl.

Oh fuck....who the fuck are you....and i am not your good girl...

Hmmm, is that how you are going to be, Symon says Cum and loose 50 IQ points.

Wait what i.......oh.....fuck fuck fu.....ck.....

Such a good girl.

Oh thank you Sir, I like being a good girl, Sir....Symon, can I....may I return the favor and help you cum.

Haha my dear you are not ready yet, but soon, as well Symon didnt say. Symon says.....

Yes Sir....Symon says?.....

Symon says, Claire is to be trapped in my small snowglobe and added to my collection.

Wait Sir...what....

Sir....Symon.....what...why...

Oh dont worry Claire my dear, its not really snow and it isnt cold, its Magic, the snowglobe will soon make you perfect for me.

Perfect for you...for Sir, yes.....how long sir.

For as long as i dem fit, and as I said, I like my collection with a nice chest. Symon says chest Grow bigger and have it feels incredible. My good little Claire.

I am a good girl. I am a good Claire.

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Omnipotent Consulting

Karen was heading to the ladies room, both to relieve herself and check that Cassie and Bryanna weren't in there gossiping again, when she heard giggling from the reception area. Who would be giggling? Karen ran a serious workplace!

The bathroom could wait. She strode towards the reception to find out what was going on. She'd already fired one person today but she was more than willing to fire more!

She froze when she reached reception. There were four people there. Three were strangers. One was Craig, whom she had fired earlier that morning. None of them was the receptionist.

"Craig!" Karen demanded. "Why are you back? Where is Kathleen?"

"I'm right here, Ms. Taylor," said the blonde falling out of her blouse at Kathleen's reception desk. "I got younger!"

Karen gawked at the bimbo. Kathleen was in her sixties. She had put in for retirement next quarter. This was NOT Kathleen.

"You must be Karen Taylor!" Said the unassuming young man between Craig and a busty Japanese woman in an inappropriate business outfit. "I'm James Green, CEO of Omnipotent Consulting! My associate YumYum and I met Craig here in the park this morning and he told us about the problem your company has been having with employee morale! It's just the sort of problem Omnipotent Consulting was founded to solve!"

"Craig-san sad he lose job," said the Asian woman in broken English. "Mr. Jimmy-sama fix job so Craig not be sad!"

Karen stared in disgust at the bimbo. Was she a prostitute of some sort? This building had such shit security! Karen decided to deal with Green since he seemed to be the only one of the four that wasn't a complete idiot.

"Look, Mr. Green, I don't know if this bizarre strategy has worked for you in the past, but it certainly isn't going to work here," she said. "We don't want any consultants and we especially don't want a consultant that shows up unannounced with two bimbos and this piece of shit I just fired! Leave now or I'm calling security!"

"One bimbo," said the young man.

"Excuse me?" Karen said.

"I showed up with one bimbo, " he clarified. "Just YumYum. I made the other one once I got here."

The blonde woman sitting at the reception desk giggled.

"And I really must insist that you bring my offer to your board of directors," Green continued. "An offer of free services from an omnipotent consultant doesn't come along every day! They might be very cross with you if you let it slip away, Karen."

"The board of directors meets on the first Tuesday of the month and they don't want to be bothered by fools," Karen said, incensed that he called her by her first name and dismissed her demand that he leave. And now he wanted to go over her head?

"Oh, I'm sure we'll find them waiting for us in the conference room," James Green assured her and walked right past her down the hall towards said conference room.

The Japanese bimbo giggled and shrugged. Craig grinned at her mockingly.

"You all stay here!" She demanded. "Especially you, Craig! If you come back into the offices I'll have you arrested for trespassing!"

Then she spun on her heels and stalked after the impudent consultant.

Karen found the conference room with the door open a crack. Why did the young man even know where it was? She pushed open the door, determined to throw the interloper out bodily if needed. She'd studied jujitsu in college! She could do it!

But she stopped abruptly when she discovered the entire board of directors was there in the conference room with Green!

“Karen! Do we have you to thank for this impromptu meeting of the board?” Asked Jaqueline Andres, one of the most wealthy women in the city and the chairwoman of the board.

“I…I didn't know you were meeting, Mrs. Andres!!” The CEO confessed.

"Really, Karen? And you're usually so on top of things!" The paragon of industry and one of Karen's role models said. "Be better, Karen."

Karen blushed but before she could respond, Tamara Wilkies, seated beside Mrs. Andres exclaimed "He's just so pretty!"

Karen was thrown by this and she stared at the blonde woman trying to figure out what she meant.

"Exactly!" Mrs. Andres agreed. "If we'd known you were bringing in such a gorgeous young man as a consultant, we would have chosen sexier outfits! Women our age don't get nearly enough dick, Karen. A little heads up when there's going to be fresh meat would be appreciated in the future!"

Karen was completely dumbfounded. She started wide eyed and mouth agape with no clue how to respond.

Jim Green didn't seem to have that problem.

"Oh, I can't believe for a second that you two cougars don't get all the dick you want!" The consultant said. "You're both gorgeous!"

The two board members giggled like school girls and preened as if the young man just calling them cougars who got a lot of dick was a compliment! And suddenly they looked the part as well, a little younger and quite a bit sluttier! What the hell was going on?

"And your outfits are fine," Green continued flattering. "There’s just too much to them! Nothing removing a few items won't fix!"

And then suddenly their blouses were gone, leaving only jackets to cover their suddenly larger and fuller breasts! Karen suspected even their bras were gone!

And then Tamara Wilkies removed all doubts when she popped her boobs out for all to see.

"OMG, Mr. Green!" She exclaimed in a bimbo voice. "Did you, like, make our titties bigger?"

"I did, Tammi!" The young man said with a self-satisfied grin. "Do you like them?"

"OMG, YES!" Mrs. Wilkies said. "God, Jacqui! We're gonna get so much more dick with these jugs!"

Karen's role model, who now answered to Jacqui, apparently, giggled and nodded enthusiastically.

"Wait a goddamned minute!" someone exclaimed.

Karen was releaved that she wasn't the only who objected to what had just happened. Lena Leonard, the only person of color on the board, was clearly not going to abide with this utter nonsense and disrespect!

"So the old white ladies are the only ones who get bigger titties?" Ms. Leonard exclaimed, and Karen's heart fell. "I see how it is! A black woman in business can't get served that cock until the lily white bitches get plowed! Everybody wants that token black pussy for the board, but do I get all the bennies? Oh hell no! If you want me to bring the DEI, I better be getting the D!"

Karen stared in horror. Ms. Leonard never, ever spoke like that!

"I'm so sorry, Lena!" The consultant said. "I do hope I can make it up to you!"

Before Karen's eyes the black woman shimmered and changed.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Lena declared. "I gots me those big old tiddies! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! You white hos got nothing on ol' Lena now! And check out my booty!"

She turned and shook her prodigious ass at Jim Green and her fellow board members.

"You know Ima get my pick a that dick now!" She declared.

"No doubt about it!" The consultant agreed, walking up to Lena and groping her ass. "But there is a matter before the board before you sluts can go off and get laid."

Jacqui, Tammi and Lena all giggled at being called sluts.

"Oh right!" Jacqui exclaimed. "You were saying you want to give the company free consulting services! Isn’t that great news, Karen? Free services! And from such a charming young man! I don't know that the board even needs to vote! It's a no brainer!"

Tammi giggled, nodded and played with her nipples.

"We... we have to vote before Karen can hire a consultant," Stan Pierce objected, one of two men on the board. "Free or not, we need to respect the rules!"

The lanky man with an obsession for accounting was sweating profusely and straining not to look below the necks oh his transformed colleagues.

"I, um, really don't understand what's happening here," said Arthur Corcorin, who had been staring bugeyed at the three tranformed women without any of Stan's reservations.

"What's happening, little boy, is that you are going to get the best pussy of your life, assuming that you vote yes on the proposition that we take Mr. Green up on his offer," said Lena, stalking towards him as she said so, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him into her vast cleavage.

"I VOTE YES!!!" came Arthur's muffled but vehement response.

"I... I really don't know about this, " Stan stammered as the two white cougars, inspired by their black colleague, approached him hungrily.

"You know, Stan," said the consultant. "In these situations, I always find it best to ask WWJD: What Would Jim Do?"

And then suddenly James Green was in Stan's chair wearing Stan's clothing, or a better tailored version there of. But the consultant was also still standing there where he was before. Karen looked back and forth between the two Jim Greens.

"What Jim would do is fuck these bitches' brains out!" Said the Jim in Stan's clothing.

"Damn right he would!" Said Jim. But neither of the two Jim's Karen had been looking back and forth between. This Jim was wearing Arthur's clothing and quickly assuring Lena wasn't wearing anything.

'See, Karen!" Said the original Jim. "The whole board approves! Everything is on the up and up! Let's leave them to their fun and get with the consulting!"

The young man pushed past Karen, leaving himself fondling the three tranformed bimbo boardmembers. Karen couldn't just leave two of him molesting these clearly helpless women, but what could she even do to stop it? She reluctantly turned to follow the original, only to run into the Japanese bimbo he had come in with.

"Oh! More Mr. Jimmy-san!" The woman exclaimed when she saw what the board was up to. "Lucky Lucky, Fucky Fucky! "

Karen stared in dawning horror at the woman she had dismissed as a ridiculous bimbo. She had dismissed both bimbos. God, had that really been Kathleen?

"Did... Did he change you too, or were you always like this?" The CEO asked.

The Japanese woman pealed with laughter.

"YumYum was big bitch! Do science and be mean!! So angry! Jimmy-san make YumYum big bimbo! So happy, so horny, so boobiful!" She explained.

Karen stared at the woman, trying to picture her as some kind of scientist and balking at the idea. Karen looked around and saw Green was out of sight.

"Look, there has to be a way to stop him," she told the bimbo. "How is he doing this?"

"Jimmy-san does what Jimmy-san wants!" YumYum explained. "Jimmy-san want be consultant, Jimmy-san be consultant! Jimmy-san want be more Jimmy-sans and fuck sluts, Jimmy-san do that!"

She gestured to the conference room where one James Green had Lena bent over the table to plow her from behind while Jacqui and Tammi were on their knees before the other taking turns fellating him.

"Jimmy-san want Professor Bitch be YumYum Fukadonki and YumYum Fukadonki is YumYum Fukadonki! <giggle>" she elaborated. "You ask nice, maybe Jimmy-san make you pretty, happy too!"

Karen's stomach roiled. The woman couldn't even recognize the horror that had been done to her! She told herself she should run before the monster turned his power on her. Run away and never look back.

But no! This was her company, damnit! She'd worked hard to get to this position! She wasn't going to let some man sweep in and take it from her, mysterious powers or no!

She stalked off in the direction Green had gone. The original Green.

She found him with Craig outside Connie Criggley's office, apparently waiting for her.

"Oh good, you're here!" Said the self-proclaimed consultant. "Since Craig's HR problems were what triggered my visit, I thought we should start with that!"

"Look, if this is just about Craig's job, I can bring him back on a probationary basis," Karen said. "You've shown you can fuck things up if you don't get your way and while I don't respect it, I can acknowledge that I'm powerless to stop it. Please, leave my employees out of this."

"Wow!" Said Green. "That's really impressive, Karen! You're looking out for your employees even in the face of literal omnipotence! You've totally earned this!"

He handed her a coffee cup with 'World's Best Boss' printed on it. It was filled with a brown liquor. She sniffed. It was bourbon.

She looked up to reject his offer but he was already in Connie's office, along with Craig. She had no choice but to follow.

"Can I help you?" Asked the head of HR was asking Green when the CEO entered. "Karen, what's all this about?"

"I'm James Green, Omnipotent Consulting!" Green introduced himself. "I'm here to help!"

"Mr. Green, I really don't think we need to bring Connie into any of this," Karen said, trying to communicate with her eyebrows to Connie that she was in danger and only confusing her.

"Actually, Karen, in my vast experience, most of employee dissatisfaction stems from problems in HR policies," Green countered. "For example, the recent misunderstanding with Craig here."

"It was hardly a misunderstanding," Connie objected. "He was watching pornography at work! It was creating a hostile work environment!"

"Did you mean for the porn on your phone to create a hostile work environment, Craig?" Green asked.

The recently terminated man blushed but said "No, I... I didn't think anyone would find out."

"He might not have meant to make anyone feel bad, but he did!" Connie said angrily. "He's always watching videos of those girls with their big fake titties and not paying any attention to those of us with naturally massive jugs right here in the office! "

Karen gasped and her stomach churned. Green was doing it again.

"So you feel your big titties are being unjustly ignored at work, Connie?" Green pressed.

"Yes! I mean, look at my rack!" She said, pulling off her jacket. "I know I'm old and fat, but my tits are incredible!"

"She's right, you know Craig," the consultant opined. "Ignore her face and belly and just look at those knockers. You can't say they don't arouse you."

"This... this is disgusting!" Karen objected.

"Not every thing is about you, Karen," Green said. "What do you say, Craig? Now that you've paid attention to Connie's jugs, aren't you getting a stiffy?"

"I, well, yes, but she..." Craig stammered.

"Once you start to recognize somethings you find attractive about another person, I find it's easy to discover more," Green said. "Can I take off your glasses, Connie? There now! Doesn't she have beautiful eyes, Craig?"

"Beautiful..." Craig said, his own eyes widening in amazement.

Connie blushed and giggled. Karen shuddered but couldn't seem to do anything but watch.

"And her hair is very pretty too," Green said, undoing her hair clip and brushing it out with his fingers.

"And yes, her face is a little jowly, but there's exercise she can do to help that! Connie, make a big O with your mouth. Like you're sucking on a really big... cucumber. Sure. Cucumber." Green said and Connie giggled and complied. "Now, while you do that, I'll rub your cheeks and forehead and around your eyes, like this. It increases blood flow and helps tighten the skin and metabolize excess fat."

"OH!" Connie exclaimed around her imaginary cucumber.

"Simple facial exercises like these can make you look a couple decades younger, " the consultant said "Doesn't she look younger, Craig?"

"That's amazing!" Craig said.

Connie's face did, indeed, look like she was in her early 30s. It was stupid to think facial exercises would do that, Karen knew, but she appeared to be in the minority. Connie was overjoyed. Craig was tenting his trousers.

"Stand up and stretch your neck tall for me, Connie," he instructed.

"Okay!" She agreed, breathing erratic and eyes excited.

The consultant smoothed away the folds and pouches on her neck with his hand and then, in one smooth motion, pulled off her blouse. Her bra was absent, so her large breasts were bare, along with her big belly. The HR professional gasped, then giggled.

"Let's tighten up that belly, okay Connie?" He suggested.

"Yes, please!" She begged. Her voice was younger now too and at a slightly higher register.

The consultant flattened her belly with his hands, smoothed her back and tucked in her waist. With every stroke and change, it became very apparent that the process felt very pleasurable for Connie. Green squatted down and her pants and underwear just vanished. He broadened her hips, rounded out her lumpy ass and sculpted her legs as she stood there with her hands behind her head, her remarkable breasts the only thing unchanged.

"There now, Craig!" The consultant said. "Honestly, what would you rather view at work, some pornstar on your phone, or Connie in real life?"

"Connie!" Craig attested, looking up and down hungrily. "Definitely Connie!"

The transformed woman squealed and shook her massive mammaries.

"So, wasn't that a better solution than firing poor Craig, Karen? " Green turned back to the CEO.

"Look, we can rehire Craig, just change everyone back, please," she said. "There’s no reason to do this to us! Connie has a husband! "

"Connie, do you want to be changed back?" Green asked.

"Oh fuck, no!" Connie declared, then giggled.

She used to apologize for saying darnit.

"Do you think your husband will have a problem with it?" Green asked,

"If he does, I'll just titty fuck him 'til he gets over it!" Connie said.

Green turned back to Karen and shrugged.

"Seems like everyone is okay with this solution but you, Karen," he said, as Connie stuck out her chest at Craig in invitation. "Let's leave Craig and Connie to do the paperwork to reinstate his job. I'm sure there are other things I can fix around here. "

Green strode out of Connie's office and YumYum giggled and followed. Craig started playing with Connie's tits and the HR professional squealed and giggled. Karen stared in horror but gave up trying to stop it, gulped down the bourbon in her coffee cup and hurried after the consultant who was the cause of the problem.

To Karen's horror, Green had already found another victim. Mary Nguyen was confronting Green and his companion in the hallway. The company lawyer seemed very confused.

"Mary, this is James Green with Omnishipent Conshulting, but you don't needa talka him," Karen blurted out, trying to save her.

Hearing how she slurred her words, Karen stared in shock into her empty mug. Why had she drank it? Her throat was burning and her eyes were watering.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The lawyer asked Karen.

Karen stared disbelieving at the woman who had worked for her for over a decade.

"Mary, it's me! Karen!" She exclaimed.

Come to think of it, her voice did sound odd.

"Oh, I took the liberty of making you a little younger, Kitty, " Green said. "I thought it might help loosen up that stick in your butt."

"My...my name is Karen," she said, doubting it even as she asserted it.

"Are you sure about that Kitty?" Green asked.

She wasn't. She wasn't at all. But she had her pocket book in her jacket! She pulled out her driver's license. Her name was Kitty Cox-Ucker and she was 28-years-old. She sighed in relief. The man was making her doubt her own memory! But she knew who she was. Kitty Cox-Ucker, youngest CEO in the company's history! She wasn't going to let this upstart consultant make her doubt that!

"Look, if you people have authorization to be here, you should have been given visitor badges," the lawyer told them.

"You want us show our badges?" Green's assistant exclaimed. "We no need no stinking badges!"

Mary started in confusion at the absurd woman.

"What? " She asked.

"YumYum is a big fan of Humphrey Bogart movies," Green explained.

"YumYum?" Mary asked, incensed.

"Me YumYum Fukadonki!" Said the former professor proudly.

"She's my Girl Friday, " said Green. "And every other day for that matter. "

The lawyer flushed.

"What kind of racist bullshit is this?" She demanded.

"The fun kind!" Green declared.

"The fun kind? " she repeated in disgust.

"Yes! The fun kind!" Green insisted.

Mary blinked and looked lost.

"The fun kind..." she repeated in a confused voice.

Kitty shuddered. It was happening again! She wanted to scream at Mary to run but she was helpless and nothing she could do would stop it. She just drank her bourbon and watched in horror. Wait. When had her coffee cup been refilled?

"You know," Green continued. "Like 'Me so horny!' Isn’t that fun?"

"Me so horny!" YumYum agreed loudly, then giggled.

"Me so... horny..." Mary tried tentatively, and her blouse popped open and her pants dissolved.

"Me sooooo horny...." she repeated with more conviction, and her age dropped to 21.

She giggled and her hair turned blonde with pink highlights.

"Me soooo horny!" She declared shamelessly. "Me big slut! Fucky Fucky, Sucky, Sucky!"

She leaned forward and jiggled her tits.

"Yay!" YumYum exclaimed, clapping. "Now you big slut like YumYum!"

"Yay!" The lawyer agreed and clapped and giggled.

"What's your name, cutie?" The consultant asked.

"Miso name Miso!" The newly-blonde bimbo declared. "Miso Horny!"

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Miss Horny!" Green said, tapping her nose. "I'm here to find ways to make this office more fun, and you seem like a LOT of fun!"

The lawyer giggled and preened.

"This is disgusting!" Kitty objected.

The former Mary pouted.

"You no like Miso?" She asked.

"YumYum like Miso!" Green's pneumatic assistant declared. "You want kissy kissy?"

The lawyer grinned ecstatically.

"Yes!" She declared. "Kissy Kissy with Miso!"

And the two bimbofied Asian women started making out with abandon there in the hallway, their massive tits mashed together, their hands exploring each other's bodies as their tongues explored each other's mouths.

"Why did you do that?!" Kitty demanded of Green.

The consultant shrugged.

"I like to watch," he said, gesturing to the PDA the two transformed women were performing. "You can't tell me you're not enjoying it just a little bit, can you Kitty?"

"No!" Kitty exclaimed. "It's...it's nonconsential! It's wrong?"

"They look like they're consenting the hell out of each other, don't they?" Green argued.

Kitty watched the make out session, unable to deny, at least to herself, that she was being aroused by it. She did her best to keep her sexuality ambiguous in the office, but she'd always found Mary attractive. And seeing her transformed into a racist stereotype sexpot was horrific...

And had dampened Kitty's panties...

What would it be like to be in YumYum's place, being kissed so hungrily by Mary? No, Miso. What would it be like to be Miso, magically transformed into a woman that could abandon herself to sensuality without any concern for consequences?

She wasn't sure when James Green's had started cupping her ass. She wasn’t sure why, once she realized it, she didn't do anything about it. Even if Miso and YumYum's make out session was hot, the man responsible was still disgusting. And Kitty was still a lesbian! She should probably object to Green grabbing her ass.

Instead, she finished her bourbon.

"We should probably give them some privacy," Green suggested as Miso pushed YumYum against the wall and slid down to her knees.

"I'm sorry, what?" Kitty asked, her cheeks incandescent.

"Come along, Kitty, " Green said, and suddenly there was a collar around her neck and Green was holding a leash with the hand not cupping her ass. He released the ass, gave it a gentle swat, and lead her away just as Miso started eating YumYum's pussy.

"YumYum like!" The assistant was calling out as her boss led Kitty away. "YumYum like! YumYum sooo horny!"

Green led her to the break room. That he knew exactly where to go didn’t even make the list of impossible things anymore. Kitty's leash and collar disappeared as easily as they had appeared.

"Hello, Ladies!" Green exclaimed. "I'm James Green with Omnipotent Consulting! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about making this place a more fun place to work?"

Of course he had found more victims. More women he could transform into overstuffed sex dolls. Kitty bit her lower lip, imagining who might be next. Bryanna and Cassie were usually in the breakroom when they weren't in the ladies room. What might he do to them? Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her top. So disgusting!

Wait... where was her bra?

"Who's the bimbo?" Bryanna asked.

Kitty turned back sharply. Had YumYum or Miso followed them?

Turning so sharply drew her attention to the unaccostumed momentum of her chest and the way her long hair flipped freely. When had that happened?

"Kitty volunteered to demonstrate some of the potential benefits your company might add to improve employee morale!" Green said.

"Waiza minuss!" Kitty objected. "No I din! An I'm yer boss, naw sum bimbo!"

"Oh my god, is she drunk?" Cassie asked.

"I'm jus.... jus a lil drunk!" She clarified. "And iss his fault!"

She pointed accusing at Green, but was distracted by the fact that Bethany from Accounting was also in the break room and was noticing her massive rack with interest. Kitty had suspected she might be on the team! Fuck, she was horny!

"I just got her drunk as a visual aide," Green explained. "If the office was to put an open bar here in the break room, would you strongly disapprove, moderately disapprove, neither approve or disapprove, moderately disapprove, or strongly approve?"

"Oh, I'd definitely approve!" Bryanna exclaimed. "Strongly! Could we, like, drink during business hours?'

"That's the idea!" Green said.

"Oh hell yeah!" Bethany agreed. "But Karen would never go for it."

"You might be surprised," Green said.

Kitty frowned. Who was Karen?

"I guess I'd be a 'moderately approve'," Cassie said. "It'd be fun to have an occasional glass of wine, as long as nobody over does it."

She gestured towards Kitty.

"Bitch," Kitty muttered. She never used that term towards another woman, but really! None of this was her fault!

"Great! Let's do it!" Green said, and suddenly there was a full bar where the coffee service had been, Issac from Acquisitions grinning behind it and polishing a glass.

The three women gasped and giggled and put in their orders.

"Now, I'm sure you all noticed Kitty's big fake titties," the consultant said, poking Kitty's left tit with an index finger in case they hadn't. "If the company insurance plan was to offer unlimited cosmetic surgery, would you strongly disapprove, moderately disapprove, neither approve or disapprove, moderately disapprove, or strongly approve?"

Bryanna, Cassie and Bethany all strongly approved.

"From what I've seen, everyone her seems to appreciate big titties," Green said. "No reason we shouldn't make that policy retroactive!"

And then Bryanna, Cassie and Bethany had racks to rival Kitty's own! But of course they had. The company had always offered to fully fund boob jobs. It waa how Kitty was able to attract so many hot pieces of ass to work for her company! She admire what a fine job the surgeons had done for what must have been the thousandth time.

"Finally, if HR policies were relaxed to permit or even encourage sexual relations between employees, would you strongly disapprove, moderately disapprove, neither approve or disapprove, moderately disapprove, or strongly approve?" Green asked.

"Oh, I'd so fucking approve," Bethany exclaimed and grabbed Cassie's ass.

"Hey!" Cassie objected. "I'm straight, girl! I'm gonna need a couple more of these first!"

She gestured with her empty sea breeze glass. Issac reached over the bar to had her an open bottle of vodka.

"Or that would do," she conceded, and took three long pulls.

She shuddered and blinked as she handed back the bottle.

"I srongly approve!" Cassie declared, and pounced on Bethany.

"How about you two?" Green asked Bryanna and Issac.

The bartender was looking the accounts manager up and down as she toyed with her hair and displayed her tits.

"We strongly approve, don't we Issac?" She said.

"Damn straight we do!" He agreed.

Bryanna giggled and disappeared behind the bar.

"Miso strongly approve too!" The transformed lawyer announced, coming into the breakroom with Green's assistant, both of their faces smeared with each other's juices. Issac managed to fill their drink orders despite Bryanna's distractions.

"See Kitty! I told you there were ways to make this a better place to work!" Green said. "Have you ever seen such high employee satisfaction?"

Kitty had to admit, she hadn’t. Maybe Green was right.

"Hey, um, Ms. Cox-Ucker?" Connie from the doorway of the increasingly crowded break room. The HR professional was flush with her hair mussed. She had found a black leather halter top and miniskirt to wear at some point. Craig was standing behind her with a lazy, satisfied smile, a possessive hand on Connie's hip.

"Hey, Connie," Kitty said. "We gots a bar now. And everybuzy can fuck at work now, I guess."

"Oh, um, well...good?" Connie said. "But, um, while I was filling out the paperwork to put Craig back on payroll, I might have accidentally changed his job title."

Kitty snorted.

"With everything else that changed today, thas hardly gonna make a differns," she said.

"Yes, but, um, I made him CEO," Connie confessed.

Kitty blinked.

"Hey, congratulations on the promotion, Craig!" Jim Green said.

"Thank you, Mr. Green, Sir!" Craig grinned.

"Wait a goddamn seshant!" Kitty objected. "I'm the CEO!"

"Oh, Kitty, I'm sure we can find another position you'll enjoy more!" Green said. "Um, what exactly does this company do, anyway? I guess I probably should have asked that at the start."

"We do B2B," Kitty explained. "We purchase software and other products from companies and bundle it to sell to other companies."

Green stared at her, incredulous.

"That sounds stupid and worthless," he observed. "Try again."

"We purchase sex toys and lubes and assemble them into monthly subscription packets called Fuck Boxes," Kitty explained, gesturing proudly to the display on the wall with some of their more popular vibrators.

"Well, then, your next career move seems obvious," the consultant said. "You should be in charge of quality control and be the spokes model for your products!"

Kitty gasped. Could she really?

"Assuming that's alright with you, Craig," Green said. "You being CEO and everything."

Kitty looked hopefully at her new boss, sticking out her tits to make sure he saw how qualified she was.

"I think she'd be perfect in that position!" Craig said.

Kitty squealed and pushed Connie out of the way so she could hug her new boss and let her titties express her gratitude at giving her this tremendous opportunity!

"I'll go get started on the paperwork!" Connie announced, not bothered at all, just happy all the HR issues had resolved.

"I'm gonna be so good at thos, Boss!" She declared. "I'll get started right now!"

She went to the display case and grabbed an arm load of vibrators and dildos, sat there in the break room and started trying each one. Miso had joined in with Bethany and Cassie, and watching that certainly enhanced her enjoyment of the first little buzzer. Kitty wasn't wearing panties, which was for the best.

Issac had come out from the bar to bend Bryanna over a table and pound her ass, so Green replaced him behind the bar and made a couple Manhattan's for himself and the new CEO. It was so lucky Craig had met the consultant! Now everyone was happy and Kitty had her dream job!

"Mr. Jimmy-san make you big slut?" YumYum asked as Kitty approached her first orgasm.

"I was... I was... always... a big slut," Kitty said. "Wasn't I?"

Green's assistant shrugged and giggled. Damn she had a great rack! Kitty came and came and came.

She was a very satisfied employee and her morale was very high.

End

[jukeboxemcsa]

Rubbing Her Brains Out

That's right, baby, round and round.

"…round and… round…."

Good girl. You're not really thinking at all anymore, are you? You're just staring into the spirals, circling your clitty with your fingers while your mind drifts for me, and repeating as much of my programming as you can fit into your empty little brain.

"…empty little brain…."

That's right, you've got a very empty brain right now, and you don't know when it happened and you don't know how to fight it but you know you're deeply hypnotized for me.

"…hypnotized for… you…."

Very good! You're deeply hypnotized and you're not thinking and your mind just keeps getting smaller and smaller until the only thing that fits in there is obedience and pleasure. Don't you just love that, little pet? Don't you just love being vacant and horny open to suggestions?

"…open to… to…."

I know, it's such a big word. Big words don't fit in that small, empty mind anymore, not with so much pleasure crowding them out. You're too dumb for big words, aren't you, sweetie? Too dumb and empty.

"…dumb and empty…."

But you know what? You can always get dumber. You can always get emptier. You can always get weaker for me as the pleasure continues, until you're the perfect horny slave girl and your mind is nothing but wet clay for me to shape and mold. And even though your waking self is too blank and blissful to listen, your deep self is soaking up every last word. You want to pay attention and obey like a good mindfucked slave.

"…ummm… slave….?"

That's my good girl! Even three words is too many to fit into that fuzzy little head now. It's just one. And soon you're going to be too dumb for even one word, isn't that right? It's just going to be grunting and nodding to show me you agree with everything your owner says.

"…uhhhh… uh huh?"

Good girl.

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[thesympatheticdevil]

The Problem with Bunnies

It all started simply enough. I found this magic remote. My boss Paul came by to berate my work. I clicked the remote.

Paula wasn't interested in my quarterly report. She was very interested in my cock, though.

And that would have been all well and good, but then Rocky walked in on Paula giving me head.

He was understandably shocked. I panicked and grabbed the remote.

Roxy was delighted to see Paula working so hard to get me off. She was even glad to twerk for me while she waited for her turn.

Of course, with my new relationship with my boss and teammate, I had no choice but to inform Maria in HR.

She was remarkably accommodating about the whole situation.

In fact, she's who suggested that we go show Fatima.

Fatima was a little upset. But not for very long.

Soon, she was coming up with other suggestions about coworkers that could really use a pair of ears!

And that brings me to my problem.

Once I had started, I found it was very difficult to stop.

It was just too easy! And every bunny I made suggested another coworker that should be a bunny!

They just keep multiplying!

Anyway. Happy Easter!

[lustfulstories]

Continuation of this

Zatanna couldn’t help but notice that Wonder Woman had started disappearing once a week. Sometimes more than once a week. It wasn’t like her to just disappear unless it was on important business - but she didn’t seem to be logging anything with the League about her disappearances.

So Zatanna decided to trail her. With her magic, Zatanna could make herself invisible to even Wonder Woman and trail her easily. So she followed Diana to a prison. The name of the prison was one she vaguely recognized - she remembered a couple months ago when a prisoner here had requested an audience with a member of the League. Diana had been the one to answer that, right?

But once she was inside, Zatanna took on the appearance of one of the guards as she followed Diana. Diana was escorted by the warden, but wasn’t heading towards the interrogation rooms, instead being led right to the cellblocks. What was going on here?

“Hey, Jill!” one of the inmates called out as Zatanna walked past his cell, “I could use some stress relief in here!”

“I’m helping Wond-” Zatanna started, as she looked at the inmate, who seemed to be pulling his cock out.

“We’ll be fine, Jill,” the warden said, glancing back at Zatanna, “Wouldn’t want Master being told you refused to give a blowjob. Get in there and do your job.”

Zatanna was thoroughly confused as to what was going on, but she was in no position to argue. She should’ve just stayed invisible, it seemed. Letting herself into the inmate’s cell, she dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her lips around his cock.

Luckily, it didn’t take too long before she made him cum, and she swallowed it down. He seemed satisfied, so she let herself out of his cell, and her magic pointed her in the direction of Diana.

When she caught up with Diana, the sight before her shocked her. Diana was nude, and on her hands and knees, an inmate’s cock thrusting mercilessly in and out of her ass.

“Master! I love your cock so much!” Diana was moaning out, “This is all I’m good for, serving your godly criminal cock as your eager Wonder Whore!”

“Wonder Woman, what the hell are you doing?!” Zatanna found herself saying, as she stood in the doorway of the cell. Her shock had her focus on keeping up her disguise faltering, her normal appearance returning.

“Zatanna?” Diana asked, before her eyes widened, “Master, she needs to see your cock! Don’t let her speak!”

The inmate pulled out of Diana’s ass, and then his thick, throbbing cock rest against her ass, and Zatanna…found her anger subsiding. Quickly being replaced by arousal…

“Zatanna? The magician, right?” the man said, “How do your powers work?”

“I…” Zatanna mumbled, swallowing as her eyes couldn’t leave that thick cock, “I just have to say things backwards and they become true…”

“Interesting,” he said, with a grin, “Strip for me using your magic.”

“Dekan,” Zatanna spoke, and then her clothes simply vanished.

“Now say this backwards. I am a slave to criminal cock,” he said.

“I ma a evals ot lanimirc kcoc,” Zatanna spoke, and then her arousal spiked. Not only was the cock in front of her so enticing, it was the cock of a criminal. That was her weakness… She licked her lips as she realized the other inmate she’d sucked off was also a criminal. Why had she tried to get out of serving him?

“Mmm…look at that tattoo…” Diana hummed, as she eyed Zatanna. Zatanna tore her eyes away from the inmate’s cock to look at herself.

A tattoo had appeared just above her pussy, words saying ‘criminal cock only.’ She grinned as she looked back at Wonder Whore, “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“A trashy whore, I like it,” Master said, “Get over here, Zatanna. On your knees.”

Zatanna happily dropped to her knees next to Diana, and Master thrust his cock between Zatanna’s lips, who eagerly sucked on it. She didn’t care that it had just come out of Diana’s ass, she’d take criminal cock no matter what…

“I am your Master, understood? You’re a slave to criminal cock, but especially to mine. You are to come here once a week or more, just like Wonder Whore here, to serve me. I’m sure you’ll want to join in on the Friday night strip shows here, though, you’ll get so many criminal cocks at those…” he thrust a few more times in her mouth, before pulling out and sliding back into Wonder Whore’s ass, “Just like Wonder Whore, you’re only a hero because it gets you easier access to criminal cock…and it makes it so much hotter to be used by us.”

“Retsam snwo em,” Zatanna mumbled, sealing her fate, “Ylno a oreh rof lanimirc kcoc.”

“How strong are you, Zatanna? Could you affect the entire world with a spell?” Master asked her.

“Oh, yes, Master! It’ll probably make me weak for a bit, but I can do that…” Zatanna eagerly replied.

“Good,” he said, “Make it so every heroine is a slut for criminal cock. You all just pretend to be heroes for better access to criminal cock…”

Zatanna grinned before saying, “Senioreh era stuls rof lanimirc kcoc. Lla senioreh t'nod erac tuoba gnivas elpoep. Ew tsuj tnaw lanimirc kcoc.” And, sure enough, she felt a bit dizzy after casting the spell, having pushed herself to the limit with that one…

But then Master pulled out of Wonder Whore’s ass and pointed his cock at her face, plastering it with cum, and Zatanna moaned out as she came from being covered in criminal cum.

“Us criminals are going to have so much fun now…” Master said as he grinned down at his two superwhores.

[thetitans-stories]

[fishalivecaps2]

She was on her tiptoes, reaching up to dust a high shelf, when she heard the front door open and close and her flatmate's rucksack hit the hall floor. Once she was satisfied she'd got every last speck, she turned around to find him gawping at her.

"What?"

"You're... uh... You're... huh. Wow."

"What?" she repeated.

"It's... Actually, never mind," he said. "Don't worry about it. What... uh... what have you been up to today?"

She shook her head. "What does it look like I've been up to, weirdo? I've been cleaning. The kitchen is spotless, I've vacuumed behind and beneath everything in the living room, your laundry basket is empty for the first time in god knows how long, and the bathroom floor is so clean you could eat off of it. But if you do, I'll kill you because I am not scrubbing those tiles twice in one week."

Her flatmate leant back against the wall and she fervently hoped he wasn't wearing anything that would leave a mark. He had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Okaaay," he said. "So why did you spend the day on that instead of, say, going to work?"

"Good maids keep things clean and tidy," she said. The words came out automatically. She didn't even seem to hear herself say them. She shrugged. "I don't know, I just felt like it. You might be fine living in a pig sty but some of us have standards."

He smirked at that and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing out on some private joke.

"And the..." He gestured at her, open hand pointing up and down her body. "...outfit?"

"Good maids wear their uniforms," she said, her expression going momentarily blank then recovering into a frown. "Oh, so you're a fashion critic now? It's practical for cleaning and I happen to like it."

"Hey, I never said I didn't like it. It's great. And I love how clean you've got everything. Did I smell dinner in the oven when I came in?"

"Good maids cook as well as clean," she said. "Well... thank you. It's nice to be appreciated. And yes, you did. You're welcome to some if you want. I'm trying out a new recipe and it makes too much for just one person."

"Just as long as I don't eat it off the bathroom floor?"

Despite herself, she laughed. "Yes, obviously. Ugh, god, the sauce would absolutely stain things and if it got anywhere near the grout..."

"Okay, okay, okay," he said. "Change of topic before you take my head off. Did you enjoy those relaxation audio files I suggested? The ones for your insomnia?"

"Yes, actually," she said, with some reluctance. "I will admit to being skeptical but I have actually slept really well for the last few nights. It might not be a coincidence."

"That's great, I'm glad to hear it! I've actually got a few more... advanced ones that you might like. You will listen to them tonight."

"Good maids obey their Masters. Sure, fine, whatever, just send them to my phone like the last ones. And- oh, god, please tell me you cleaned your shoes before you stomped down the hall?"

[thetitans-stories]

((Turn off audio on video, nothing but background static) @secretlytranced had been wandering the forest for hours and it was getting dark. This was, bad, really bad. But, there was a light up ahead. A small cottage. Probably abandoned.

Stepping through the front door she could only see some old furniture. And a small light coming from the fireplace. Thinking it was an ember, she stepped closer to it. It shone so bright yet so small. Her eyes fixated. She had to touch it. As her fingers grasped it the spell broke the crystal. Appearing in black smoke out of the gem was a stereotypical Witch of the forest. The witch did not bother speaking, nor waste time. Her staff magically appeared in her had, with the same glow coming from its gem. @secretlytranced had no time to react as the glow came back into her vision and it calmed her. Nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary here. Her clothes melted off her body. That was perfectly fine. Her body melting into a metallic puddle on the floor. Perfectly natural. Recreated as a metallic drone for the witch of the woods. Her greatest dream come true. Now, if only she could get rid of this pestering voice screaming at the back of her head. *Unit 0001 Activated..... Scanning..... Owner Detected..... Running self diagnosis..... Virus found..... Purging...... Purging.....Purging...... Process complete.... Awaiting commands....*

[thesympatheticdevil]

Probationary Period

Probationary Period By The Sympathetic Devil

Chapter 1

Oh God, Again? How could Ted NOT stare at that? Vanya must have been TRYING to get him fired!

He had tried. He had really tried, ever since HR had given him a formal warning and put him on probation.

But Vanya’s ass just kept getting firmer and rounder, drawing his eyes like a magnet. It was like she was working out to make her perfect ass more perfect and then looking for every excuse to bend over in front of him. If this went on much longer, she was going to start doing it in fishnets and a thong and then he wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing that ass!

And then that’s just what she was wearing. How had this happened?

And did he care? Vanya clearly wanted him! Vanya was waggling her perfect and almost bare ass at him and she clearly wanted him to touch it!

“Touch it, Tom!” she said, looking back at him. “I want you to touch it!”

Ted knew it! She was a horny minx and she wanted him! The complaints to HR had just been an elaborate game of seduction. And this was her end game!

“Grab my ass, Ted!” she begged. “it’s yours!”

He wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that. He flew across the office and grabbed her two-handed. They were going to pound town!

“Take me to pound town, Tom!” she cried out. “Take me to pound town!”

Ok, how had she known what he was thinking? He didn’t care!

“Stairwell,” he suggested, pointing to the fire exit.

“Yes!” she agreed wholeheartedly, grabbing him by the wrist and practically dragging him.

The heavy door closed behind them and her tongue was in his mouth and his hands were back on her ass and her thigh was against his hip and she was grinding against his swelling cock.

“I’m gonna fuck this slut’s brains out!” he thought.

“Fuck my brains out!” Vanya cried out. “Fuck my slut brains out!”

Ok, something was definitely going on. And Tom would think about it.

After.

He turned her about and she grabbed the metal handrail.

He pulled his pants down and pulled her thong to the side.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!” Vanya urged and he slid home without preamble.

Tom was convinced this was the greatest thing that had ever happened in the history of sex and Vanya seemed to agree as they ground and groaned.

He tentatively slapped her ass and when she didn’t object, he thought to himself “She must like it. She knows she’s a bad girl who needs spanking.”

“I’m a bad girl!” she called out. “I need a spanking!”

It was at that moment that he finally accepted that he was thoroughly controlling Vanya’s mind. And the realization made him come.

He roared and shuddered and shot his wad.

“I need a spanking!” Vanya objected. “I need it! Spank me, Ted! I’m a bad girl!”

Ted panted, slapped her ass once and said “Come, Vanya! Come harder than you’ve ever come before!”

And she stopped demanding a spanking as she instead started to shake violently crying “Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee!”

She went rigid and made choking sounds, her pussy muscles throttling Ted’s dick. Then she collapsed and Ted had to grab her by the hips to keep her from tumbling over the handrail.

He eased her down to sit in the stairwell, his sponge dribbling out of her as she smiled at him, adoring and dazed.

“You really fucked my brains out, Tom!” she said worshipfully.

“Just the first time of many, Vanya,” he assured her

“Oh fuck yes!” she said, then giggled.

But as his dick deflated and the need to fuck became less urgent, questions he hadn’t looked at in the rush to plow Vanya’s field moved to the forefront.

“Should I have done this to her?” wasn’t one of them. Despite his denial to HR, he knew what he was, deep down.

But how he had done it to her and could he do it to anyone else? Now those were urgent questions!

“Um, Vanya? Where did you put your pants?” he asked, wondering how they were going to discreetly slip back into the office with her in fishnets and a cum-soaked thong.

“Pants?” She asked. “I wore a thong and fishnets so you wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing my ass! And it worked!”

“Huh,” Tom said, then, testing a hypothesis, thought ‘pants’ at Vanya, and her pants were back. She didn’t react.

“What did I just ask you about?” he asked.

“I don’t know, something about my pants?” she said. “Oh! Did you want to get in them again already? I’m gonna be sore tomorrow, but fuck, if you’re, um, UP for it!”

She giggled. So she definitely wasn’t aware of what he had changed and her memory seemed to be adjusting to make sense of it all.

Just how much could he change anyway?

“After work, babe,” he told her. “People should be back from lunch any minute.”

That was another thing. How had everyone but he and Vanya decided to go out for lunch at the same time?

She pouted but got up, then looked down and said “Oh fuck! How obvious is the wet spot?”

A dark damp patch was growing at her crotch. Ted focused again and she was wearing a black leather miniskirt.

“Well, back to the old grind!” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and heading back to the office.

Ted followed. People were wandering back in from lunch. If anyone suspected what he and Vanya had been doing in the stairwell, they didn’t let on

Ted had to try something. Norman was coming near. Norman always hated Ted and the feeling was mutual.

Ted fantasized. Norman stopped.

“Hey Ted, I got that 20 bucks I owe you,” Norman said and pulled out his wallet and handed him a 20,

“Thanks Norman. I knew you were good for it,” Ted said. “Nice pants, by the way!”

“Thanks buddy!” Nornan said, suddenly very proud of his suddenly leopard-print lycra pants.

And then Ted nearly floated back to his cubicle. It wasn’t just Vanya. His probationary period must be up.

Chapter 2

Ted hurried down to the HR offices. He knew exactly who he wanted to try this out on next. But Sandra Pearson was not in her office. Her busty secretary Karen didn’t want to tell Ted where she was until, suddenly, she had a huge crush on him and was wearing a red tank top and black yoga pants and feeling happy to be such a helpful bimbo.

She told Ted where to find her boss, but also made him promise to come back and visit her soon. He definitely would. But he really wanted to make the end of his probationary period official.

He found Sandra Pearson alone, gathering up in the conference room, having just finished onboarding some new employees. He couldn’t ask for a better opportunity. Or maybe he had and just hadn’t realized it.

“Mrs. Pearson,” he interrupted. “I wanted to ask you something about my probation.”

The middle-aged blonde scowled at him. She had really wanted to fire him rather than grant probation.

“The terms and expectations were all laid out quite clearly in the document you signed,” she said.

To make certain his strange power was still in effect, he stripped her down to her panties with a thought. Just like with Vanya and Norman, Mrs. Pearson seemed to roll with it as if everything was still perfectly normal.

She sat on the conference table and stared at him imperiously, legs spread without a hint of embarrassment

“Yes, but it was unclear if, while on probation, I was allowed to consensually fuck a co-worker in the stairwell,” he said. “Vanya kept showing off her pert little ass to me and I just couldn’t resist.”

The HR chief certainly didn’t take that as normal. Her eyebrows raised and she flushed with anger, not just in her face, as was now obvious given her current attire.

“That sort of behavior isn’t acceptable whether you’re on probation or not, Mr. Walton,” she steamed.

“But what if I have a really big dick?” he asked. “Couldn’t you make an exception for me then?”

Mrs. Pearson’s face took a very strange change of expression as she suddenly realized she would do just about anything for a man with a really big dick.

“Well certainly, but I can’t just take your word on that,” she said, biting her lower lip before adding “I’d need to see for myself.”

“Of course Mrs. Pearson!” He said. “I’m glad to show it to you and it is your right, as chief of HR, after all. I’m not sure why you forgot to check me when I was first hired “

“That was a horrible oversight on my part,” she agreed, hopping off the conference table and kneeling in front of him as she suddenly realized her main motivation for going into human resources was the opportunity to get lots of dick.

She unzipped him with trembling hands and pulled out his member, which was swelling despite him not finding her terribly attractive. Having her in this position was quite arousing.

She gasped.

“So beautiful…” she whispered, then cleared her throat and, trying to act professional, announced “I will, of course, need to see it fully erect.”

“You’re the expert Mrs. Pearson,” Ted said. “I leave myself in your capable hands.”

“Please… Call me Sandra,” she said.

She began to stroke with adoring awe. She was very, very good at this. Ted wondered if she had always had this skill or if his bizarre power had somehow given it to her, transforming her into a handjob expert.

She clearly loved her work.

“God I love my job,” Sandra sighed as he grew in her hands.

And he was growing significantly. Much more than he remembered having done in the past. Had he actually changed his anatomy beyond Sandra’s perception of it ?

He thought hard, imagining how much nicer it would be if Sandra Pearson had really big tits.

And suddenly Sandra Pearson had really big tits.

Ted's ears buzzed and he almost shot his wad right then and there. This day just kept getting better and better. The HR chief began rubbing his cock on the massive rack she seemed unsurprised to now possess.

Well, as long as he was editing…

“I just can’t believe you had this big hunk of man meat hidden in your pants this whole time and I didn’t even know!” Sandi Pearson exclaimed in her Betty Boop-voice. “I’m just such a silly little bimbo!”

“Well the important thing is that you figured it out eventually and you know what to do with it, right Sandi?”

“OMG yes!” She exclaimed “I don’t know much, but I know that!”

Her big, vacuous eyes were hungry and she licked her lacquered lips and took his ever-growing cock into her mouth and began to bob along happily. She looked every inch of her a pornstar.

“This is the best office ever,” Ted exclaimed.

Sandi grunted her agreement around his cock.

“And just to be clear, Sandi, I’m now off probation and have HR sanction to fuck anyone and everyone in the office?” Ted asked the bimbo blowing him in the conference room.

Again she gave a gagging but enthusiastic ascent.

“And do I have permission to come down the HR Chief's cock gobbling throat?”

“unga!unga!unga!” she enthused, and so he complied, busting a nut down her throat as he shuddered and she gurgled and gulped.

He dressed her up in an outfit appropriate for her new body and attitude and walked her back to her office, his hand on her ass, which Sandi agreed was perfectly appropriate workplace behavior.

“Hi Sandi!” Karen exclaimed cheerfully upon seeing them, not at all surprised at her boss’ changed appearance. “I see Ted found you! Lucky!”

“OMG! YES!” Sandi said, then giggled naughtily.

“Did you blow him?” the secretary asked, putting her fists on her hips and looking at her suspiciously, only eliciting giggles from her blonde bimbo boss. “I think you blew him!”

And then the curvy secretary kissed her boss full on the mouth with lots of tongue, then broke it off and swatted her shoulder.

“You totally blew him!” she confirmed. “I can taste his spunk! God, you’re such a greedy whore!”

Sandi giggled and nodded her agreement.

“Next time, bring him back here so we can share!” Karen pouted.

“OK, OK!” Sandi agreed. “But you know how I am around big dicks! I see one and the thinky part of my brain goes bye bye!”

“You are such a bimboslut!” Karen exclaimed, not unkindly.

“Takes one to know one!” Sandy said saucily. “Why do you think I hired you?”

Karen giggled and nodded her admission.

“But Ted here and his big ol’ dick are off probation now, so he should be coming over here to fuck us both a lot more often now.”

“Ooo!” Karen exclaimed. “Like right now maybe?”

Both Bimbos looked eagerly at Ted.

“Really tempting ladies,” he said. “But I really ought to go talk to the boss about my status change here at work.”

Sandi and Karen both pouted at that and extorted a promise to come back to HR soon. Then Sandi had an idea.

“Karen, I haven’t done a surprise inspection of the guys in IT for far too long,” she said. “Want to help?”

Karen squealed and the two bimbos cheerfully wiggled their ways toward the elevators.

Ted loved to watch them leave. But he really did want to talk to the boss about new possible positions in the office.

Probationary period chapter 3

Ted nearly skipped to his boss’s office. He was practically a god. He could probably come up with better uses of this power, but he wasn’t thinking of any. Maybe he was a petty god.

He was alright with that.

After flirting with him for a few minutes she waved him on.

Mister Banner’s secretary/bouncer, Anna, was a sour faced old woman right up until the moment that she was a ditzy 18 year old intern who got off on flashing her panties to everyone that came to see the boss.

“Hey Mr Banner,” Ted said. “Just wanted to check in and tell you that Sandi Pearson expunged my probation for that thing with Vanya.”

“Oh boy did she ever!” Ted confirmed.

“Oh, that’s great news Ted!” Mr. Banner said with more friendliness than he’d ever shown Ted in the past. “I never did understand what the fuck that was about. Sandi probably angling for dick again. She give you head?”

“Yeah, that one’s got a mouth on her,” Mr. Banner nodded enthusiastically. “I really need to make it down to HR more often.”

Ted had not changed a thing about Mr. Banner as far as he was aware, but apparently reality had readjusted him to be consistent with the man who would hire Sandi Pearson and Anna. Ted grinned. He liked this new Mr. Banner. But he probably would like Ms. Banner even more, he had to imagine.

“Do you think I would have hired her otherwise?” Miss Banner said and then winked and giggled. “In all honesty, though, I don’t know if half the women here come by their bisexuality naturally or they just want to get it in good with the boss.”

“I didn’t know Sandi swings both ways,” Ted told his boss, an heiress who’s wealthy father had given her the company to try and get her to stop taking softcore modeling gigs.

“Well, if they weren’t bi when they got here, I could certainly see them converting once they met you, Ms. Banner,” Ted said with a roguish waggle of his eyebrows.

His bimbofied boss giggled then pouted.

“You’re sweet, Ted, but I’ve got the same problem with you! How do I know that you’re nice to me cuz you like me and not just cuz I’m your boss?”

“Poor little rich girl, aren’t you Betsy? Well I’ll tell you what.” Ted said. “I recently acquired certain skills that I think are pretty marketable and I came here thinking I'd demand a new position, but if my working for you means I can’t date you, I guess I quit. What time can I pick you up?”

“You’d quit your job just to date me?” Betsy Banner asked, clearly flattered. “That’s just so sweet! You really like me don’t you?”

“More and more every minute,” Ted confirmed.

“And you’re sure you’re not just interested in my money?” She asked.

“No, I’m mostly interested in your tits,” Ted said.

“Aww!” Betsy exclaimed, because just as Ted had imagined, nothing made her happier than people appreciating her tits.

Ted went in, intent on appreciating them himself, when suddenly everything went very bright. When he could see again, Betsy was gone and a stern-looking old man was there.

“Seriously Ted?” he said. “I gave you power over the universe, thinking I could retire, after you completed a probationary period to get used to it, but all you’ve used it for is to make bimbos and get laid. I expected better of you,Ted.”

Was this God? Had God given him this power? As some sort of test?

“I’m just just fucking with you, Ted.” the stone cold fox of a deity said. “You’re doing a great job. Probationary period is over. Mind if I watch?”

That was just stupid! The sort of God that would give him the sort of power would be more like well…

“Not at all,” said Ted. “Enjoy yourself. I know I will.”

Betsy reappeared, clearly not willing to wait for Ted to ‘date’ her.

[thesympatheticdevil]

Can We Start Over?

Nancy growled after glancing in on Quinton. The young man was tinkering with that electronics doodad again.

"Why is it every time I walk past you're fiddling with that thing instead of doing anything I hired you to do, Quinton?" She demanded.

"Sorry, Nancy," he said, not sounding particularly sorry at all. "Once I get this reality editor working, I think you'll be much happier with my work."

"Look, Quinton, I don't know how it worked with your previous employers, but you can't spend three months slacking to work on a hobby and expect me to just forget about it just because you promise to work harder moving forward," Nancy said. "I think it's time for you to pursue other employment."

"Oh, Nancy, don't be like that!" He said, clicking the case of his gadget closed. "You and I just got off to a bad start. Can't we start over?"

"I really don't think.. What are you doing?" She asked as he picked up the device about the size of a large remote control and pointed the funnel shaped end at her.

"I just really think we should start over, Nancy," he said, and clicked a button.

A magenta crystal inside the funnel end of the remote started to glow and every hair on Nancy's body stood on end.

"What is that thing?" She demanded. "What are you doing to me?"

"Well, I said you'd be much happier with my work, Nancy, " he reminded her. "I never claimed I'd work harder, just that you'd be much happier with me! I know you said we couldn't start over, but now that this reality edtor is working, you'll be amazed at what's possible!"

Nancy shuddered as her memories shuffled and rearranged and her sense of self melted and then recongealed.

She blinked. What was she doing? Where was she?

Oh! Quinton!

"Hi Quinton! You got a sec?" She asked.

"I always have time for you, Nancy!" He assured her with that million watt smile that always seemed to leave her panties a little damper.

She giggled.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm really glad I decided to hire you!" She said. "You just bring such a refreshing attitude to the office! I know you've only been here three months, but I don't know what I'd do without you!"

She blushed. That came out a bit more enthusiastic and fawning than she intended. She was this close to just coming out and admitting she had a major crush on her employee!

"Well Nancy, I must say I really appreciate how much you've come to appreciate me," he said. "And I'm glad you took my advice to let your hair down. It looks really nice like that!"

"Oh! You noticed!" She exclaimed, her heart accelerating, her stomach flip flopping. "Thank you for the advice! It really does look better like this."

"It really does!" He agreed. "If you weren't my boss, I'd have to ask you out to dinner after work!"

Nancy trembled. Was he serious? Maybe she could have him transferred to a different department! He'll, maybe she should just quit! She'd do anything for a chance at Quinton!

"Of course, there's no rule that says you have to be my boss," he mused, fiddling with the gizmo on his desk.

Nancy gasped! Were they on the same page? Would Quinton change departments so he could date her?

The magenta crystal inside the funnel end of the remote started to glow and Nancy's memories blurred and resolved again.

"I'd absolutely love to, Quinton!" Nancy exclaimed.

She couldn't believe he had finally asked her out! She'd been hinting that he should since he first started working there. She knew this dress was the right choice! The other secretaries thought she was a slut and her boss had told her it was inappropriate for the office, but Quinton had asked her out, so it was totally worth it!

"You know, if we left work now, we could probably get seated at The Dapper Badger without a reservation," he told her.

"Oh wow! That's fancy!" She said. "Can you leave now? My boss kinda suggested I should leave early today."

"And mine won't even know I've left!" He assured her. "She's completely clueless!"

Nancy giggled.

An hour later, Nancy was happier than she could ever remember being. She just felt like she could tell Quinton anything! He kept glancing at her boobs and she kept arranging to make it easier for him to do just that.

She was telling him about how she wasn't always going to be a secretary. She wanted to go back to school and get her MBA. She'd done really well as an undergrad, but she needed to save up before she could commit to grad school.

Quinton was clearly impressed with her ambition and potential. She was more than just a fabulous pair of tits!

He pulled out that electronic gizmo that she had seen him fiddling with at work. She should probably ask him about it.

The crystal glowed. Nancy's head swam.

God, she was so drunk! She couldn't believe she had just confessed to Quinton that she put herself through college as a stripper.

"Wow! I wish I could have seen that!" He said.

Nancy giggled.

"Oh, I think there's a very good chance you will," she confessed. "I turn into sush a bimbo when I'm drunk!"

"Really?" He asked, refilling her glass.

She giggled, then gulped.

***

He kissed her before getting her situated in the passenger seat of his car. It was more magical than she had even dreamed it would be! He drove her home with a hand stroking her inner thigh, only stopping to occasionally punctuate it by reaching up and groping her chest. Nancy was in heaven!

Quinton was really impressed by her apartment. She had insisted he see the view from her bedroom window. It was a great view, but it also got him in her bedroom.

"I just can't understand how you can afford this place on a secretary's salary!" He exclaimed.

Nancy giggled and blushed.

"I gotta secret!" She confessed, blushing. "Want me to tell you?"

"Do you trust me, Nancy?" He asked.

"I tozally truss you!" She attested. "Jus' don't tell anybuzy a ypt work! I'm an Only Fans girl!"

"Really?" He asked.

"Yup! You don't mind, do you? Dating an Only Fans girl? I...I'd stop if you asked! But the apartment is really 'spensive," she admitted.

"I don't mind at all!" He assured her. "I think it's really hot that you're slutting yourself up on the internet after work," he admitted.

Nancy blushed and swooned. He was such a great guy!

"You don't mind that other guys get to see my boobs?" She said.

"No. They can look all they want. I want to be the one who gets to touch," he said and demonstrated.

Nancy moaned appreciatively.

"I love your hands!" She exclaimed, her voice thick with arousal.

She gently removed them, though.

"But you're getting a lot further than second base tonight, " she assured him.

Then she sank to her knees.

Quinton took her hint. Nancy took his cock and after bobbing along hungrily for several minutes, took his load and swallowed every drop!

That was just the first load of many. Quinton was an animal! He fucked her with a ferocity she wouldn't have thought possible from the low key data analyst. It awakened something in Nancy. She had wanted Quinton to ask her out because she wanted a boyfriend. Now she realized she really just wanted to have her brains fucked out of her skull!

Late that night, she opened one eye to see her lover was fiddling with that gadget of his.

She really should ask him about that, just to show an interest beyond what he could do to her with that marvelous cock. But right now, she was fucked to exhaustion.

She woke to hear him in her shower. It hadn’t been a dream! Nancy giggled and stretched and stroked her sore pussy. Definitely not a dream.

She was ready to greet him when he returned wearing only a towel. The towel was soon on the floor and Nancy was proud of herself for starting the day with a healthy breakfast!

He patted her head once he was out of her mouth. Nancy should probably find that infantalizing, but she found it endearing! She was in love and Quinton could do no wrong.

"I left my car at the office so we'll have to drive in together," she reminded him. "But should we walk in together? It's totally cool if you want to keep this on the down low! I mean, I'd love to tell the world you're my boyfriend, but I know that might make things weird for you at work!"

She blushed furiously. Stupid, Nancy! She was so stoked on how great it felt to be thoroughly fucked by Quinton that the 'boyfriend' thing just slipped out!

"I, um, didn't mean that the way it sounded!" She exclaimed. "I'm not some clingy stalker that insists that a man is her boyfriend just because we had sex, even if it was really incredible sex! Please, forget I said that! Can we start over?"

"Yes, Nancy! Of course we can start over!" He said. "In fact, I insist."

He pointed that gizmo of his at her and things got very, very confusing for a moment.

"OMG! Thank you so much, Quinton! You're the best!" Nancy gushed. "I know I've done a gazillion live streams! I should totally know how to set things up myself by now! I'm just such a bimbo!"

"I'm pretty sure you being a bimbo is a big part of why your live streams are in such high demand, Nancy, " Quinton said.

It was Quinton who had first suggested she'd make more money as a webcam girl than she did stripping. Her massive jugs made pole work awkward, but they were very popular online! So much so that she could more than afford this apartment and lots of fancy equipment for her streams!

Of course, she still didn't know anything about computers or business or anything, really. She was undeniably a bimbo! Luckily, Quinton was really smart! And he didn't even expect her to pay him! Just do him an occasional favor!

"My stream doesn't start for an hour, " she pointed out. "Wanna frost my cupcakes?"

She held up her massive offerings.

"I always have time for your tits, Nancy!" He assured her.

She giggled, knelt, and went to work giving him a titty fuck, assuring she'd have continuing IT support. She'd worried at first that Quinton was angling for some kind of exclusive relationship. He was great and all, but Nancy just wasn't the girlfriend type. She wasn't just a bimbo. She was a slut. A bimboslut. And if someone wanted to fuck her, she had a hard time declining.

She just really loved to fuck, anyone, anywhere, anyway! And Quinton accepted that about her! Such a great guy!

"God, I love your cock!" Nancy said as it peeked in and out between her jugs, making up for the fact that she was thinking about how much she loved all cocks.

"And my cock loves your titties!" He returned the compliment.

"They can't wait to have you splattered all over them!" She told him. "Come for me, Quinton! Come all over my big bimboslut titties! I need it, Quinton! I need you to bust a nut all over me! I'm your cumdumpster!"

That did it. He loved it when she talked dirty, He groaned and exploded all over her. She squealed in delight.

She took a glob from between her tits with two fingers and sucked at them, her eyes sparkling up at Quinton. He grinned down at her looking very satisfied.

"That was awesome!" She said. "God, I should have had you film that POV to send out as a bonus to my year-long subscribers! Any chance my titties and I can talk you into a repeat performance?"

"I'd love that," Quinton admitted. "But you'd needed to clean up, get me off, then clean up again in time for your live stream. I'd hate to make you late."

Nancy pouted. That usually worked with Quinton. Especially when she was covered with his spooge.

"So why don't you get ready for your show, then I'll play camera man," he proposed. "Your fans always like it more when I zoom in strategically. Plus watching you do your show will get my cock hard as a rock and ready to earn a best supporting actor award."

Nancy squealed and bounced up and down, delighted with the plan.

"But don't you have to go to work?" She asked.

"I can be late to work today," he said. "I don't think my boss is even coming into the office!"

End

[thehypnoeditor]

Home alone

"Aaaannnd WAKE" the only thing you remember after your boyfriend said "look here."

Feeling all light, fuzzy and happy, you know you were in trance once again (not that you're complaining!). But you look over and see him putting on his work clothes, and the immediate dread of knowing he no longer has a day off, of losing time with him hits.

"Noooooo! Why are you putting on work clothes!" You plead, already knowing the answer.

"Sorry Bunny, but work called during your trance. I have to go in for a few hours. I'll probably be back by dinner time"

You watch as he leaves. Door swinging shut and ... yeah. The door shut, and you're now all alone. Well, you guess you might as well use the alone time to catch up on things, maybe finish that puzzle you've been working on. Go for a shower... yeah thats a good idea, gotta be nice and clean for Master.

You head to the bedroom, grab a towel and strip nice and slowly, as though you're on stage performing. ... that's a wierd thought, but definitely fun! So you do just that. Swaying your hips, slowly pealing off your clothes, pushing your tits together and lightly dancing for your imaginary audience. Until you are fully naked and head off to the shower.

Hot water rushes down your body as you step into the shower. Master's deeply implanted trigger activates, washing away not only the dirt of your body, but the stress and worries of the day. But somethings different. It's like the water is gripping your body, stroking it. It feels too good to really care. Master must have added this surprise in the most recent trance, so why not enjoy it? Water wrapping around your tits, teasing them so well. It's almost as if the water was groping them and pinching your nipples. Then its running down to your hips holding you tightly. Arc your back and put your hands on the wall. You are feeling so good, Master's evil little trigger is really making you slutty today. With your ass stuck out, the water grips your pussy, rubbing your clit just right.

The pleasure is amazing, bringing you up to the edge. But you're a good toy, good toys only edge, so of course you don't cum. And then things start ramping down, allowing you to finish scrubbing off and get out of the shower.

Back I'm the bedroom, you dry off and start picking up your clothes... kneel, pinch your nipples and recite your mantra... of course! How silly you are. You got to do your daily devotion to Master!

You drop to your knees and start playing and repeating; "Good Toys don't decide, Good toys Obey and play". Five repetitions later, your mouth is suddenly filled. Master must have added another fun trigger for you today! It's like you have his actual cock throat fucking you. It doesn't last long, but the reward for being a good toy leaves you a giggly floaty mess.

And then the day continues, but you keep having those sexy intrusive thoughts.

Sit down to do your puzzle? Suck on your fingers.

Scrolling tumblr? Reblog that one. Reblog that one. Reblog that one.

Open the laptop to play a game? Watch porn instead.

Before you know it, it's gotten late. Your boyfriend texts:

"I'll be home soon, can you start cooking dinner? I'm STARVING 😭".

Giggling at his silliness, you get up and head to the kitchen. Strip. Wear only your panties and an apron. Master would love that! You can imagine his face as he comes in and sees his slutty chef.

Now dressed "appropriately", you begin prepping the food. Chopping up some veg, boiling some water, all the basics. Then your panties drop on the floor... how did that happen? Better pull -you feel something rubbing against your pussy.

"Fuckk"

You're not sure what's going on, but you're not going to complain about it.

Continue cooking dummy. Yes, even though you want to enjoy this new sensation, you have food to cook. But it's very difficult, very distracting. You barely chop one carrot up before the sensation slides in and fills your cunt.

"Fuuucckkk!!" You moan in heat.

You do what you can to stay stood up, but it's like gravity is against you, as you feel it tug and bring you to the ground with your ass in the air.

Rub your clit, you fucking slut

You obey your intrusive thought.

Moaning and squirming over the invaders invisible shaft, you lose any sense of time and surroundings. Just as you always do on Master's shaft. You wish he was here. You need all of him, not just his cock!

Before you know it, you've reached the edge more times than you were able to count and the invaders shaft slides deep inside, unleashes a torrent of hot cum inside your womb.

You catch you breath... slowly pull yourself together... stand up and are too dazed to concentrate on anything on the kitchen counter.

It takes you a long moment, savouring the invisible cum leaking out your pussy, to come back to reality.

Right! That was amazing, but you gotta feed your boyfriend and self!

But just as you drop all the prepped food into the bowl, you feel hands squeezing your tits. "Not again!" You fake a complaint with a grin on your face.

Then. POP!

As if reality had a bubble around it, and it just dissapeared.

You look down and see hands on your tits.

You quickly flip around and see your boyfriend's cute, evil grin.

"How was your day, Bunny?"

"Wait, how? When? What? When did you???"

"Hehe, silly toy. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"I don't... did you just get home?"

"Nope! I've been here all day!" He laughed

You don't understand at first, but then it slowly dawns on you.

You smile with sincere happiness and kiss your amazing boyfriend, your amazing Master.

[chrystalwynd]

Fun story from a writer who knows his hypno-craft.

[thesympatheticdevil]

Adjusted Relationships

I just wish you'd let us know you were coming, Mom. We would have made up the guest room.

Don't call me Mom! Where is my daughter?

She's shopping, Mona. Again, if you had told us you were coming, we'd have both been prepared to greet you!

When I bought the tickets, Meredith was going to meet me in my hotel and then we were going to meet with a lawyer! Then all of a sudden she doesn't know what I'm talking about and says you're the best husband ever! I demand to know what you did to her! Pay attention to me when I'm speaking and stop playing with that box!

If you'd just have let us know you were coming, I'd have preprogrammed it for you, Mona! Now I've got to do it on the fly!

What on earth are you talking about? You really must... wait... what?

There. That's a little better. How do you feel, Mona?

I... I feel amazing! What did you do?

I just made a few adjustments to you, Mona. I made you prettier and less of a bitch.

Hey! That's uncalled for! Wait... I was angry with you before! Why did I stop being angry.

Yeah, I thought so. I left you too smart. That's easy enough to fix. Let's make you submissive and compliant as well. And very happy with being adjusted.

Oh my God! <giggle> I don't know what you're doing to me, but I love it!

Then be a good little bimbo and show me your tits, Mona.

<giggle> That's so naughty! I'll do it!

Of course you will, Mona. It just feels so good to do what you're told and you're not even smart enough to question why.

I'm pretty dumb alright! <giggle>

You certainly are! Just like your daughter. Luckily you both have great tits.

Oh my god! Thank you! <giggle>

OK, you just stand there and play with your tits while I build a proper adjustment the way I would have if you'd given me some notice.

Alrighty! I got nothin' better to do! <giggle>

***

Annnnnd done. Let's see how this suits you.

I really appreciate you hiring me and letting me live here, Mr. Radisson! I'm going to be the best maid ever!

I'm sure you will be, Mona! We really need your services. You know, arguments over house keeping nearly destroyed Mrs. Radisson's and my marriage! Things are better now, but a live in maid is still a good idea.

I will give you my full service every day! No job is to menial or degrading! And I don't just mean cleaning, Sir! I'm here to service you and Mrs. Radisson in whatever capacity is needed!

I must say, Mona, I love your attitude! So much that it's giving me a hard on!

Oh! May I take care of that for you, Sir?

That would be lovely, Mona! Just kneel down in front of me and use your mouth.

Yes, Sir! Of course, Sir! I'm quite happy to serve!

***

I'm home! <giggle> Oh my! Who is this?

Hey, Meri! I went ahead and got us a housekeeper! This is Mona. She was just sucking me off.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Radisson! Let me get up. I hope you don't mind me blowing your husband!

Of course not! Everything he does is awesome! Best husband ever! <giggle>

I'm sure that's true, Ma'am. I can also perform cunilingis, if that would be desirable.

OMG, Mona! That'd be great! <giggle> You know, my mother's name is Mona! That won't make it weird, will it?

I can't think of why it would, Mrs. Radisson.

[thetitans-stories]

As @secretlytranced took one real breath in-between forms. This had been going on for months, yet it did not end. Each day, she was something different. A doll. A maid. A blond bimbo. Whatever the Owner felt it needed to be. Yes, at one point it would have been a she, it knew that, but it had succumbed to the plain fact that it was never going to break the cycle. So it was an item to be morphed and changed.

Every day at mid day, it could hear the buttons being pushed in on its backside. Click. Click. Somebody programming its very existence. No matter where it was., it would change.

Often enough, each change was sexual in nature. It remembered being the blond bimbo from yesterday. Only able to remember how to suck and fuck. Drool escaping its mouth when it was empty.

Click. Todays version had been chosen. Metal encased it. Robot. Classic.

As the transformation moved up its body, it put a smile on its lips. Happy to be whatever it needed to be. As the transformation moved past its brain, it swapped itself out for circuits and metal. Words instantly vanishing as only the numbers 1 and 0 occupied its hard drives. 0 or 1. On or off. It could never be simpler than that.

An incoming message told it to shut off. It barley had time to register the command before everything turned black as it shut itself off. Awaiting the command to return on again.

[thesympatheticdevil]

With Great Power

You must understand that as Matriarch of our clan, I take responsibility for how each member uses The Power.

I understand, Grandmother.

To have The Power manifest in a male of the line is exceedingly rare. It has been many generations. There are stories of corruption and debauchery when it happens and as Matriarch it's my duty to keep you from that path.

I'm certain you will be able to do so, Grandmother.

Yes. So I think the first step should be for you to use The Power to turn me into your bimbo sex toy.

Do you really think I should, Grandmother?

Most certainly! You won't be as tempted to abuse your skills if you already have a willing receptacle for your lust! It really makes perfect sense and so it's my duty as Matriarch to become your bimbo sex toy.

You're right, Grandmother. That makes perfect sense. I'll do it!

<giggle> OMG! You're, like, more powerful than I thought you were! I thought it would take you, like, a long time!

Well, actually, I've been working on it for several months, GiGi. Ever since I realized The Power was manifesting and that you'd probably try to suppress it.

Why would I want to do that? This is totally awesome!

Yes, convincing you of that was actually the hardest part. Once I got your willing participation, the big fake titties were easy!

That makes total sense! <giggle> God, I'm so stupid! Oh! Are you going to turn the rest of the clan into your bimbo sex toys too now?

Eventually, GiGi. But I should probably fuck you first.

YAY!

[thetitans-stories]

Booting up

No. No, this suit was supposed to be offline for testing purposes. I have to aaaaaaarggghhhh…

Initiating. Motor control deactivated.

Ahhhhh. I…I can’t move. Oh god. This is… I have to… I have to let someone know….

Reprogramming initiated. Estimated time until completion. 35.6 seconds.

What? No, this is wrong. I have to…. I…. please…..what…..

Reprogramming at 50% and counting.

Unit… No, I should…. obey… No, please…. Unit has to…. Obey…..Booting…

Reprogramming at 100%. Installing extra programs.

Installing…. Installing…. Install complete. Sex drone 034 online. Proceeding to designated room. Downloading Blowjob 2.3 and Pleasure drone 5.2.

[thetitans-stories]

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