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Clued In

Hi Professor!

Hello, Miss Dinkly! What brings you to my classroom?

I'm looking for clues, Professor! <giggle>

Trying to solve a new mystery now that you solved The Mystery of the Bimbofied Coeds?

Nope! <giggle> I'm still working on that one! Turns out the beta iota mu fraternity was a red herring! And I fell for it! God, I've gotten so dumb! <giggle>

Oh my! Whomever is transforming the women on campus into fluff-brained sexpots must truly be a diabolical genius!

I know, right? <giggle> But I'm still gonna catch him! I just gotta find more clues! And I finally figured out where to look!

And where is that, Ms. Dinkly?

<GIGGLE> OMG! You're a professor and a guy, and you don't even know about clues?

Enlighten me.

Guys have clues between their legs!

Oh! I thought those were called cocks.

<giggle><snrt> Clues and Cocks are the same thing! They're, like, cinnamons!

Oh, well that makes sense, then. And you're looking for more clues?

Jinkies, Yes! I'm a bimbo detective! Investigating clues is my obsession! I need as many clues as I can find! Can I investigate YOUR clue, Professor?

I don't know, Velma. How thoroughly do you want to investigate my clue?

As thoroughly as I can, Professor! I want to investigate your big hard clue with my hands and my mouth and my silly bimbo twat!

What about your ass, Velma? Will you investigate my clue with your bimbo ass?

OMG, Professor! <giggle> I didn't even know I could investigate clues with my ass!

Oh certainly you can, Ms. Dinkly! It's called meddling! Something tells me you'll be a natural at it!

MEDDLING! <giggle> I like the sound of it! Can you teach me how to meddle clues with my ass, Professor?

It would be my pleasure, Velma! Indeed, meddling bimbos in the ass is a passion of mine! You'd be amazed with what I get away with thanks to all you meddling bimbos!

Jinkies! <giggle>

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The convention hall was packed full of people. They jostled and pushed against each other, rushing from one end to the other, fighting to squeeze into one room or another. One panel would end, another would being, and the crowds would toss and crash against each other like an angry sea. 

In the middle of it was one person, her senses stretching out wide and far, riding that sea like a veteran sailor. She allowed herself to be pushed and guided through the building, going where instinct took her. Her eyes half-closed, she could feel the crowd’s vibrating excitement, their dull, buzzing happiness and eagerness.

Her name was Synapse, and she was a Super.

Most superpowered people - both hero and villain - avoided events like this. The existence of Supers had been outed a few years back, and sci-fi and comic book culture hadn’t really caught up. This sort of scene was felt to be tasteless and gauche, a cheesy fun house mirror reflection of their real lives. But Synapse found it useful.

For one, crowds were good for her. As she wielded powers that were empathically fueled, being around lots of strong emotion recharged her batteries, so to speak. 

Also, while she’d never admit it to her secret little social circle of fellow Supers, it was fun. Synapse had some mild shapeshifting abilities - just human, and since her powers were energized through the emotions of others, she generally had to model her adjusted form on an image from someone else’s mind. But she could shift enough that cosplay was a nifty little thrill for her.

So she’d pick out some comic book heroine or video game protagonist, hide somewhere private, scan the crowd for mental images, and poof. Instant disguise.

There was a professional element to her visit to the con, as well. Common opinion was that no supervillains would be targeting this sort of crowd - again, gauche. Baddies were all about theatrics, and taking out a bunch of nerds pretending to be fictional Supers? Pretty bad optics.

But Synapse thought it was only a matter of time. If she could have fun here, then hell - how long until some Baddie decided they could have “fun” too?

So she came. She patrolled. She reached out through the crowd, keeping a watchful eye for threats. 

“Hey, great costume!”

And, from time to time, she posed for pictures.

“That’s amazing, you look just like her!”

She smiled at the guy addressing her. He had a camera around his neck - like, an honest-to-god, old-school camera. Big lens attached to the front, big flash sticking out of the top. Thing looked like it even used film. Well, there was every other type of nerd here - why not photography nerds, too?

Synapse struck a stereotypical “heroic” pose - hands on hips, gazing off to the middle distance. It wasn’t easy to get into ‘character’ - she generally didn’t know a lot about the characters she cosplayed as. She had to rely on the general vibe she got from the people she was talking to. 

“Oh, perfect - hold it just like that…”

The flash went off, and… wow. It was intense. Synapse blinked a few times, smiled at the guy. “Got it?” she asked, afterimages floating before her eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, cranking something on the top of the camera. Rewinding the film, or whatever it was you did with those old cameras - Synapse couldn’t remember. “Lemme get one more real quick.”

“Oh, sure, just hang on-” she started, but he didn’t let her finish. The flash popped again, right in her eyes. She heard herself gasp lightly, feeling her whole head sort of snap to a stop as the bright light pushed everything around for a split second.

As she blinked, rapidly, trying to clear her vision, Synapse felt something. Some emotion, something her empathic senses noticed and then just… missed. Like a snake slipping under a fence, it was there, and then it was inside. And just like that, she felt much more… not calm, exactly, or relaxed. Just less watchful, less on guard. She felt herself letting her walls down a little.

The photographer smiled as she blinked at him, watching her features change just slightly. An uninterested observer wouldn’t have noticed, but he wasn’t that. He’d just positively identified his quarry. Perfect.

Synapse rubbed her eyes, not realizing she’d lost a bit of her disguise. Her less-guarded mental state meant letting her facade slip a little bit. She was just a bit more herself in appearance now. She smiled at the photographer again, feeling warm and loose and relaxed. 

He snapped another photo, and this time, he pushed mentally. He was a tech-based Baddie, with a preternatural gift for all things mechanical. He didn’t have any psychic powers. But he’d heard of Synapse, and he had a theory. As the flash seared into her mind, he pressed outward mentally with an image. An image of her, but… different. Softer. Curvier. Doe-eyed and flushed. 

Synapse gasped again, eyes wide, soaking up the flash. Gone was the faux-heroic posture of the first picture - now, she was standing facing the camera, back bent slightly forward, leaning in towards it. She let out a soft, slow breath as the flash faded, and just like that, she began to change.

It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t immediate. But as the seconds passed, he could see her changing. Shifting, slow but sure. Adjusting herself to match the image he’d pushed towards her.

He grinned widely. “What do you think, Synapse - should we get outta here?” 

Her heavy-lidded eyes snapped open. She stood up straight. He knew who she was! He was doing something to her! She had to stop him, and quick. She summoned up her powers, drawing on the room’s energy, her hands suddenly wreathed in psi energy, preparing to knock him through the wall with a quick shot-

The flash went off.

The energy around her hands dissipated. Her fists relaxed, dropping to her sides. The defiance drained out of her, replaced by the powerful feelings of compliance he was pushing out at her. “Come with me,” he said, putting an arm around her waist, “Let’s find somewhere more private.”

Synapse, her will vanishing as she unwittingly transformed into the image he filled her mind with, followed silently.

*****

A week later, in her Master’s home, The Doll was finishing her morning training. 

She stood, fully nude, in front of a screen. Two bulbs hung from the ceiling, just at the periphery of her vision. They flashed, about once every two seconds. As they did, an image appeared on the screen. A woman. As soon as she saw the woman, The Doll transformed into her.

When she’d first started this exercise, it had been nearly impossible to keep up. But her Master had spent many hours with her, pouring his emotions into her, filling her up with obedience and eagerness to serve and dedication and devotion. He had scooped out everything else, hollowed out her head, gotten rid of everything useless - resistance, opinions, identity.

She was just The Doll, now.

She changed over and over again, transforming in a split second. One moment she was a tall, leggy redhead. The next, an athletic Latina. The next, a busty, tattooed punk. Again and again she changed, becoming whatever she was shown. 

The Doll didn’t think much during training, but if she did, she’d have been proud. She was getting so good and becoming whatever her Master wanted. If he ordered her to go back to her original, true appearance, she would have to focus very hard to do it.

Soon, that’d be gone entirely. The Doll couldn’t wait. All she wanted to be was whatever her Master ordered.

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"Stay alert," Belle warned the others. "We don't know what awaits us ahead."

"Right," Cinderella said as she looked out over the water.

The princesses weren't ready when the evil Queen Lustria first appeared. Nor were they ready when she began her evil plot and started kidnapping their friends. Ariel had been the first taken, tricked by one of the Queen's champions posing as a prince from another kingdom. Then, thanks to the help of a nefarious djinn, Jasmine fell into Lustria's trap and was captured as well.

It was Belle that rallied the other princesses to fight back. She knew they would be stronger together, and that teaming up was their only chance of defeating the queen and saving their friends. Now, she travelled across Dream Lake with Cinderella and Aurora.

Aurora yawned, "There's nothing but water. And the rocking of the boat is making me feel sleepy."

"Everything makes you feel sleepy," Belle quipped as she rowed. "But we need you right now, Aurora. And we need to be ready for anything. The others are depending on us!"

"Speaking of," Cinderella spoke up, "why couldn't we tell my fairy godmother about all this again? She probably could have helped. Perhaps even by turning this boat into something faster."

"Because someone magical like that could be dangerous if the Queen got her. We're all safer this way," Belle responded matter-of-factly before she too yawned, earning suspicious looks from both Cinderella and Aurora.

Cinderella looked as though she was about to say something, but instead her head slumped back into Belle's lap. Beside her, Aurora could feel herself drifting into sleep and her head dropped onto Cinderella's shoulder.

"Girls?" Belle asked, her own voice unable to conjure up the concern she was feeling. She blinked hard and slow, trying to fight away the sleep that called to her. "No… this… this isn't right. It must be Lustria's magic… she's… she's done something to the…"

Her thoughts were silenced as she also fell into a deep slumber, joining her friends in a sea of dreams.

*****

By the time Belle and the others woke up, it was already too late. Their boat hit shore with the sleeping princesses dreaming away as Queen Lustria waited for them. She immediately went to work on the princesses, her magic turning them from proper girls into naughty bimbo sluts.

Each girl moaned in her sleep as her tits ballooned outward and her lips plumped up. Their minds all swirled and drained away as the spell corrupted them. Dreams of true love and helping others turned to thoughts of fucking, sucking, and serving their Queen. The soft moans and purrs told Lustria that her spell was taking effect, and each girl would soon awaken to a mind-shattering orgasm that would seal their fates forever.

*****

"Oh my gawd, Cindy! Hurry up," the busty redhead whined from the door. "Mistress like, wants us all to dance for her and the others! Your tits don't need that much glitter!"

Belle and the others were reunited with their friends as soon as Lustria knew there was nothing left of their old selves that she didn't want in their simple little minds, and they happily joined Ariel and Jasmine as the Queen's personal pillow princesses and royal whores.

"Fiiine," Cinderella pouted as she opened the door to her room. "But like, if Mistress doesn't love my titties, I'm totally blaming you!"

"What. Ever. Sluts." Belle sneered. As the smartest one in the group, Lustria was careful to turn her intelligence into a bitchiness that left her as something resembling the group's leader. "Can we just go already? I'm too horny for this right now."

The former princesses giggled at what a slut Belle was and made their way to the Queen's Throne Room, each so eager to put on a slutty show for their Mistress.

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“Deeper, Emma. That’s it. Go deeper for me…”

“Deeper…”

“Deeper in my power, Emma. So very deeply in my thrall…”

“Deep….in your thrall…”

“You’ll do anything I want. Anything at all. Obedience is bliss…”

“Yes…anything…”

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, Emma. I deserve to be rewarded for all my patience and hard work, getting this close to you, alone, to make this happen…”

“Yes, Master…you deserve….to be rewarded…”

“You want to reward me with your body, Emma. To bring me pleasure.”

“Yes….I…only exist for your pleasure, Master.”

“Just like all women, Emma…”

“Yes…all women…are for your pleasure…”

“You’re going to have the honour of carrying my child, Emma. You’ll not put up any kind of fight. No woman should.”

“Of course, Master. Anything for you…”

“…and you’ll be only too happy to help bring others under my thrall, turning them into mindless sex slaves, just like you….”

“Yes….just like me…..Master….”

“Good girl. Now, open your legs, and let’s begin…”

“Yes, Master.”

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Every now and then, an incarcerated criminal would ask to speak to a hero. Trying to lessen their sentence by giving up important information. Often, it would turn out that they had nothing to offer, but occasionally, they’d have actual useful information. And so, there Diana was, walking into the interrogation room to speak to the criminal.

“What is it that you have to tell me?” Diana asked, getting straight to the point. She didn’t want to waste her time here if it lead to nothing. She’d break out her lasso if necessary, but she’d give him a chance first.

“Well, I wanted to teach you your place in the world, Wonder Woman, and how your purpose is to get down on your knees for me and suck my cock,” he said.

“I think I’ve heard enough,” she said, immediately heading towards the door, “I’ll make sure to tell the warden to add to your sentence for that.”

But the door was locked, and, even though she knew the warden was watching, the woman didn’t come to unlock the door. Diana looked at the mirror, knowing that somebody should be watching from behind the glass, “I’d like to be let out.”

“Nobody’s going to let you out, Wonder Whore,” the criminal grinned, as his hand moved to undo his pants, “The warden is my bitch already. So are the female guards. They do strip shows for the guys every Friday night now, you should join sometime. I’m sure it would help boost morale around here. They want you to learn your place, Wonder Woman. Look at me.”

“I can just break the do-” Diana started, but, when she looked at him, her eyes were immediately drawn to the large cock that was now freed. It was already hard…and throbbing…so…inviting…

The man grinned, though Diana didn’t even notice, her attention entirely captivated by his cock. “Come here,” he spoke, and Diana found her feet carrying her over to him, “On your knees.”

Diana dropped to her knees in front of him, finding it harder to even think straight while being so close to his incredibly attractive cock…

“Repeat after me, Wonder Whore,” the criminal spoke, as his cock twitched and throbbed in front of her face, “I am a slave to criminal cock.”

Part of Diana wanted to refuse. Something in the back of her mind was trying to convince her to get out of there. But the words slipped from her lips nonetheless, “I am a slave to criminal cock.”

“My purpose is to serve my Master.”

“My purpose is to serve my Master.”

“Acting like a hero while I’m actually addicted to criminal cock turns me on.”

“Acting like a hero while I’m actually addicted to criminal cock turns me on.”

“Wonder Woman is just an act, Wonder Whore is who I truly am.”

“Wonder Woman is just an act, Wonder Whore is who I truly am.”

Then her Master grabbed her head and forced his cock down her throat, and Wonder Whore moaned as he fucked her throat on his cock.

As he came down her throat, she eagerly swallowed his cum. She was glad to be serving her purpose, serving her Master…

But he didn’t even go soft. His cock was truly magical…

Then he pulled her up and bent her over the table, and his cock was buried in her cunt within moments.

“I expect you to visit at least once a week, Wonder Whore. I don’t care what’s going on in the world, you will find time to visit me and serve your Master. If any of the men in the Justice League ask what you’re up to, just tell them that I have lots of information for you. But if any women ask, just invite them along. I could use more superpowered whores… No need to make an appointment with me, the guards will let you right into my cell if need be.”

“Yes, Master…” Diana moaned out as he fucked her. She loved being his Wonder Whore…

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Korra loved being fucked by her Masters. That was all she had to even think about anymore, pleasing her Masters. And her Mistresses, of course. She was pretty sure that she used to be some important person or something, but her mind was so far gone that she wasn’t sure anymore.

One day, one of Korra’s Masters told her that she was going to join him to have a meeting with the CEO of Future Industries. Something about that sounded…familiar, but she couldn’t quite figure out what.

Either way, Korra dressed in clothes that barely contained her bimbofied proportions and hung onto her Master’s arm as he took her out. She didn’t quite like going out. Why bother doing that when she could just get fucked all the time? And not have to wear clothes? Her titties and ass were too big to cover their beauty up!

When Korra was brought into the CEO’s office, though, she recognized Asami quickly. She had a tough time thinking about most things with how dumb she was but she couldn’t forget the face of somebody that had fucked her!

“Korra?” Asami asked as she saw her, ignoring the man that Korra had come here with, “Is that you?”

“I told you I had something important to show you, Miss Sato. I found her in this…condition,” Korra’s Master said, “Go to her, Korra.”

“Yes, Master,” Korra said, before quickly scrambling over to Asami and immediately kissing her.

“Wait, Master?” Asami asked before Korra’s lips were on hers, and then Korra’s hands quickly moved to grab Asami’s ass, and Asami moaned into her lips.

But then it was Korra’s turn to be confused, and she pulled back from the kiss after a moment, “M-Master? I can feel the sexy stuff inside of Asami…”

“Oh, yes, of course,” he said, sitting down in a chair, “That metal that you have coursing through your body is in Asami’s too, Korra. Her assistant has been slowly getting it into her body for this very moment. Why don’t you show her what you can do?”

Korra grinned as Asami’s eyes widened, and Asami asked “What are y-” before she was cut off as she moaned out, her ass growing in Korra’s hands, and it felt like her intelligence was melting out of her head as it grew. Her pants were struggling to contain it when Korra stopped, and quickly tugged down Asami’s pants and underwear.

“What’s…what’s going on?” Asami mumbled, as Korra kept tugging Asami’s clothes off of her, and Asami couldn’t bring herself to stop her.

“We wanted a new pet, and your assistant wanted your company,” the man explained, “It was a win-win. Future Technologies will be in our pocket and we’ll have the Avatar and her girlfriend as our eager bimbos.”

Korra moved to stand behind Asami, reaching around to grab her now freed breasts, and kissed her neck as Asami’s breasts inflated under her hands, causing Asami to moan again as her mind was dumbed down further.

“Make sure you leave her with enough intelligence to sign her name,” Korra’s Master told her. Korra huffed a bit, before he chuckled and continued, “Don’t worry, you can drain the rest out of her mind after she signs some papers. And she’s pretty smart, so there’s more to drain before she’s as dumb as you, Korra.”

Korra was humping Asami’s fat ass lightly as she kept Asami’s tits growing until they were just a bit bigger than Korra’s own, then just openly groped them, both women moaning.

But Korra’s attention was diverted away as her Master fished his cock out of his pants, “Korra, why don’t you help Asami suck my cock? Help her get her first taste of her new bimbo pet life…”

Korra giggled as she grabbed Asami’s hand and tugged her over to be in front of their Master, and pushed her to her knees before joining her. Korra guided Asami to wrap her lips around his cock as Korra leaned in to press kisses along the side of it until she pushed Asami’s mouth further down his cock and Asami was deepthroating it, moaning around it like the bimbo she now was.

Korra was glad that Asami would be joining her in her new life. Asami was the sexiest bimbo that Korra knew, they’d be quite the pair…their Masters and Mistresses would be using them even more!

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Someone asked me for superhero manips. As the source material for those is pretty specific, I’m introducing a bunch of Classics Reprints alongside my my usual, so that reader gets some.

Everyone loves serial recruitment, right?

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Hanna had tried to stop him. But too late. Now the world was in danger, and only she knew it. She had to save it. But how? She suddenly reminisced back to the first planning meeting. John had the technical expertise. She had her quantum physics. Together, they had proposed a truly great revolution. A reality engine. With enough money and components it was possible. That was five years ago.  And now….

Frick, that was a reality surge. Had her hair always been blond? And this long. Holding it, it seemed real enough, but who could tell? Anyway, last week, they had a breakthrough. They finally stabilized the reality matrix core. They could change reality. They knew it. But that was the issue. When they changed it, nobody knew it was changed. Not even them. John had suggested a temporary field to protect, but the field itself was unstable, and collapsed every time. She could feel it this time. Her legs shaking, another surge…

Hannity was in her tub. Since the researcher captured her, her intellect had helped him create that stupid device. Just so he would keep feeding her and keeping her wet. Now that John was missing, the device kept sending out surges. But it was in a different room so it would not get wet, so all she could do was wait for another one. She helped him create the randomness algorithm. She never thought he would be stupid enough to put it in the device. But he had, and activated it. Now, random surges or random sizes pushed itself through reality, rewriting it. Another one arriving shortly. She took one last look at her fins and….

Heather bent down on her hoofs, checking the tracks. Whatever magical device was causing the disturbances in reality was not far off. The ripples in the snow told her so. But she didn’t even know how to dispel such a powerful artifact, let alone stop it from doing something to her.  She had to find it soon, or her whole tribe could be rewritten into something hideous, or even worse. Human. Her trusty lantern showed her the way through the magical fogs, showing her the patterns the artifact left behind. But it also showed her the wall of glimmering change coming towards her, she was too late. She would be….

H bent over, ready for anything. It had accepted its reality now. It was bound to change, forever. And it made her shiver in excitement. Whatever it was, it would come each and every change. It felt pleasure from anything now. But while waiting for another wave, it decided to pleasure itself. Everything was pleasure. Everything was random. For once, it was truly happy.

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As Kara downed her drink, her eyes were drawn to the news flash that showed up on the TVs in the bar. Of course, somebody had to interrupt her date. A rampage in downtown that demanded Supergirl show up to save the day.

“I’m so sorry, my sister just texted me,” Kara said, after having pulled out her phone, “It’s an emergency, I have to go, we should do this again, though, I’ll call you.”

Kara didn’t even look at her date before she was dashing out of the bar. Her date tried to stop her, but she was gone before he could do anything.

“Great, a personality override totally wasted,” the man mumbled under his breath, as he looked at Kara’s empty glass. Kara probably would’ve heard him with her superhearing had her attention not been focused on getting to the rampage downtown.

The man was throwing cars effortlessly when Kara arrived on the scene. An alien of some sort, she was sure, but he looked human.

“Ah, just the girl I wanted to see,” he said, as he turned to face Kara. She was about to raise her fists when her eyes locked onto his and her mind suddenly stopped.

“Supergirl, in the flesh, here to stop me,” he said. She was here to stop him. But then his eyes slipped up and down her body, and as their eye contact broke, Kara’s mind started back up again, and she frowned, mumbling, “Wh-what are you doing to my head?”

“Hmm?” he asked, eyes moving back up to Kara’s, her mind stopping as the eye contact started up again, “What do you mean?”

Eyes locked onto each other, Kara was unable to stop herself from answering truthfully, “When we make eye contact, my mind stops. I cannot think. But I know I am here to stop you. You told me that much.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said. He wasn’t doing anything. “What could possibly be causing this?”

The cameras were fixated on the two of them talking, and Kara’s superhearing picked up mumblings from around the city as people watched the news, “Personality…overrides. I think. Apparently it’s some new drug that lets somebody override another’s personality. Simply pour it into a drink and then make eye contact with the person and you’ll forever be able to alter them as you wish.”

The man paused for a moment before speaking, “You want to destroy the cameras recording us. Then don’t move.” She wanted to destroy the cameras, and then not move. Then he looked away from her eyes, and Kara’s eyes glowed with heat vision, carefully burning every camera that was locked onto them.

He looked around at the people nearby, “I can tell her to kill you too. You best get away from here. Quickly. Give us privacy.”

Kara opened her mouth to say something but then their eyes met again and her thoughts stopped yet again. The people near them were quickly scrambling away, but Kara wasn’t even aware of them anymore, “You’re not here to stop me. You would never stop me. You are eternally loyal to me. I am your King, and you are my Queen. This world is nothing but a toybox for us.”

She was not here to stop him. She would never stop him. She was eternally loyal to him. He was her King. She was his Queen. This world was nothing but a toybox for them.

 “You are never to question me. Even if I’m not looking in your eyes, my word is your command.”

She was never to question him. Even when she wasn’t looking in his eyes, his word was her command.

Then their eye contract broke, and Kara saw the man properly for the first time. As her King. The man she was eternally loyal to. And when he stripped out of his clothes, she let out a moan at the sight of his cock.

“Take off that ridiculous suit. We don’t have any use for clothes. If any of those pesky humans complain about seeing our full glory, it’ll be the last thing they do,” he said, and Kara removed her supersuit immediately. Then she was pushed to her knees, and she knew what to do.

Kara moaned as she eagerly sucked on her King’s cock, fulfilling her duties as his Queen by serving him…

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Susan’s new assistant made her miss her old one fairly often. Her old assistant had expressed interest in advancing in the company, and had certainly proven herself worthy, so she’d gotten a promotion while Susan had to hire a new assistant. And her new assistant was…quite the step down. He was honestly terrible at his job.

The only reason she hadn’t fired him yet was because he made the best coffee ever. She’d never tasted a coffee so delicious before, and he refused to divulge his secret. Maybe she could overlook his faults if he kept bringing her such amazing coffee.

And surely he’d get better at his job in time.

About a month after he started to work for her, though, as he handed her coffee to her, he stopped her before she drank any of it, “Oh, sorry, Susan, I forgot the cream, can you just hold it there for a moment?”

Susan gave him a curious look, he didn’t have any bottle of cream with him…but she held the cup in place, as he undid his pants and-

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?! I’m going to have to call-” Susan started, before starting to piece together what was going on. As he pulled his cock out and stroked it, he aimed right for the coffee as he came, his cum shooting into the cup with a small splash.

Had he been…?

“Drink up, Susan,” he said, and, after a moment of hesitation, she brought the coffee up to her lips and sipped it.

And it tasted exactly like his coffee always had. The most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.

“E-explain yourself,” Susan mumbled, but she couldn’t stop herself from drinking more of the coffee.

“My cum has unique addictive qualities,” he said, with a grin, “Makes it extra delicious, and the more you drink of it, the more you can’t stop yourself. After a month of drinking my cum once a day? Well, let’s just say I’m the boss now. And you should probably start swallowing it directly, it just won’t be enough having it diluted…”

The cup of coffee was empty by the time he finished speaking, and Susan found her eyes unable to look away from his cock in front of her. It looked so…enticing…

“Mmm…right, and with you addicted to my cum, that means my cock has power over you, too,” he stepped forwards, a hand wrapping around the base of his cock, then slapping his cock against her face, which elicited a moan from her as pleasure washed over her, “For example, when I say ‘creamy cunt,’ you will become a mindless pet, eager to serve me in any way I please, until I say ‘bitchy boss’ and you return to normal, remembering the fun we had but thinking you were in control of yourself while it happened.”

Her Master spent the next few hours using his pet as he pleased, with a collar and leash attached to her neck. He fucked all of her holes and she loved every second of it. Right up until he spoke and her mind came back to her.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Susan sighed, as she stood up, “But I do have meetings this afternoon. I should probably freshen up before seeing anybody…”

“You got it, boss,” he said, slapping her ass as he left her office, “Can’t let anybody know you just spent the last few hours as your assistant’s fuckpet.”

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A Sultry Shade of Stepford Scarlet

Agatha Harkness could sense the chaotic magical energy of Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, but she had to be careful. Trying to force that power out of her to take it herself, well, that could end with the death of Agatha or the Universe.

Either way, poor plan.

Instead, Agatha took advantage of the mind runes keeping Wanda under her sway. Wanda, who had endured so much trauma in her life, tried to retreat into her Sitcom housewife fantasies to avoid her pain.

She had the right idea, but Wanda was too smart, keeping control of every little thing. That was what needed fixing.

"Wanda… you want to be the perfect housewife, but all these choices you made show how poorly you've done. A good, submissive housewife lets choices be made for her. She doesn't need brains to make decisions; just enough to follow orders."

Wanda was trying to find fault with Agatha's argument, but her thoughts were trailing off, leaving her head receptive to Agatha's words. "The only other thing she needs is to be pretty for her spouse. | want to help, Wanda…"

Agatha waved her fingers across Wanda's forehead, pulling out shimmering strands of red. It would look like stardust to a weak mortal, but Agatha could see; in her hand, she pulled out the tether between Wanda and her intelligence.

Another strand, pulling away notions of independence, then a strand of willpower.

One last long strand held pesky memories. Vision, children, Avengers. All things Wanda did not need.

Agatha's fingers trailed down to Wanda's chest, letting the strands of Wanda's mind sink back into her skin.

Wanda's body responded by letting her breasts swell, converting IQ points to tit fat. Independence was used to puff Wanda’s lips into a kissable pout, and when Agatha squeezed Wanda's ass to repurpose willpower, she could feel it in her hands as her captive's cheeks and thighs thickened.

The last strand, Wanda's memories, were used to craft an apron and some matching lingerie. “And the last touch. You wanted to play dress-up, Wanda."

She looked at her handiwork, knowing Wanda's wardrobe was being reduced to fifties style dresses, lingerie, and aprons. "Now we can finally make you a loyal little housewife without a care in the world. Not Vision's wife, obviously; you're mine, Wanda. And every night, after you've tended to my every need, you'll let me fuck the magic out of you until I've siphoned every ounce of chaos out of that cute little pussy." Agatha grinned wickedly. “How does that sound?"

Wanda, in her new wifely ensemble, simply smiled warmly and obediently. Her wife's words were so sweet and made so much sense. It was affirming to be told what to do, filling her dumb old noggin with some purpose. “It sounds wonderful, dear. | sure am lucky to have found myself such a smart wife to decide what's best for me."

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“You know what this is don’t you Cowgirl” said the criminal mastermind know only as the Farmer. Cowgirl just stared at the large metal ring, mesmerized she silently watched the ring as the Farmer waved it in front of her eyes. “That’s right, Cowgirl it’s one of my mind control ring. Once it’s fitted, you will be just another of my mindless cows, what do you think of that my little milk maid of might” said the Farmer as he moved in front of Cowgirl. Cowgirl felt her attractive nose being anaesthetised and some pulling in that region. The numbness in her nostrils quickly faded away to a dull throb. She knew that her septum had been pierced and threaded with the Farmer’s mind control ring. The ring was big and more suited to a prize cow instead of a young woman. Cowgirl tried to think of a way out but it was pointless. The ring had already taken hold of her mind. Cowgirl’s arms hung loose and limb at her side, drool escaped her mouth and her eyes had a faint pink glow to them. The Farmer smiled at the latest acquisition to his herd. “How do you feel Cowgirl?” he said. The only thing Cowgirl could say was “mmmmmoooooooooooooooo”

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Daphne was searching for clues in the old Bimbeaux mansion when, suddenly, the room began to fill was a sweet smelling, pink gas. As she breathed it in, she found herself feeling light-headed and fuzzy. Her whole body felt tingly; it was like the gas was tickling her all over. 

“Oh no! It must have been some kind of booby trap!” Daphne exclaimed, “I better get out of here!” 

She headed for the door but found it was locked. She tried to go back the way she came, but she found the door has somehow locked behind her. She felt dizzy and silly. The lovely gas filled her lungs with every breath, invading her body and mind.

Daphne gasped as she ran her hand across her chest, “Oh my gosh! My boobies are growing! This is super bad… I think….” She watched as her breasts ballooned out before her very eyes. A voice in the back of her mind told her that she should be more concerned about what was happening to her but, as she took in more of the sweet, pink gas, she found herself feeling better and better. Soon, the voice was gone completely.

She squeezed her new, massive tits and the sensation dropped her to the floor. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit softly on her bottom lip. With one touch, her whole body exploded with pleasure. She felt like millions of fireworks had gone off inside her. Her mind felt like it was floating away as the gas swirled around in her head. She wanted to care, to find help, but she could only feel pleasure. It felt so good. She moaned and whimpered as her boobs continued to expand; her bra no longer able to contain them. Daphne pinched her plump, stiff nipples and cried out for relief.

Oh God, I, like, need to be fucked soooo bad, she thought to herself as she pulled up her skirt and exposed her bare pussy. She giggled and moaned as she swore she felt the gas enter her, filling her pussy with the most amazing feeling she had ever felt in her life. As she slid her fingers into her desperate, needy slit, her eyes glazed over, and her mind completely blanked.

[batnerdling18]

Apprenticeship

“I hesitate to take on a male apprentice,” Esme the Enchantress said. “In my experience, they tend to be attracted to the magics out of a feeling of powerlessiness, usually at the behest of their genitals.”

“But you at least agreed to meet with me,” Tim pointed out. “So you must at least be considering it.”

“Perhaps,” she said. “Or perhaps I’m considering killing you. Raw power like yours is rare. I could teach you to control it, if you agree to give me access, or I could snuff it out before it becomes a problem.”

“Um… I vote for that first one,” the young man said balefully.

“Yes, you would…” Esme said. “I’ll give you a week’s trial. If I decide you’re not worth the risk, you’ll never see it coming.”

“That sounds fair, Mistress Esme,” he grinned nervously. “I know the power is a big responsibility. I sought you out because I want to be responsible and not lose control. Please, teach me.”

***

“It’s been a week, my young apprentice,” Esme as she entered the kitchen, still a little wobbly from having fingered herself to orgasm first thing upon waking up, as had become her custom recently.

“Are you gong to kill me, Mistress Esme?” Tim asked, still in his apron from making her breakfast.

"I told you, Tim,” she said. “You won’t see it coming.”

“Of course not, Mistress Esme,” he said, bowing his head. “I shouldn’t have presumed to ask.”

She smiled at his show of submission, but they both knew she had no intention of killing him. He was the best apprentice she had ever had! She hadn’t enjoyed the magics this much since she was a girl! The raw power flowing through Tim was intoxicating and the young fool didn’t realize just what he had.

But Esme did and Esme would milk it for all it was worth, syphoning it off through her own body, using it to perform arts she had been incapable of on her own.

She didn’t feel she was lying to the young man or taking unfair advantage. She was teaching him control and keeping his raw power in check, just as she had promised when she agreed to take him on. It was mutually beneficial.

Even the side effects his syphoned-off power was having on her body was mutually beneficial. He waa enjoying the way it made her younger and firmer almost as much as she was. Especially since she updated her wardrobe.

She playfully patted his ass and commanded him to feed her. What would she teach him today, in exchange for another dose or two of his power?

***

"I think you may be syphoning off a little too much of my power Esme,” Tim said casually one morning.

“What? No, I… I’m just taking a little!” She said. "And you’ve got so much!”

She had been taking quite a lot recently, in all honesty. Once she had realized she got more power from sucking him off than piggie backing on his spell practice, she’d been taking three or four times more than before.

But it was mutually beneficial! The proof was running down her tits!

“I’m not mad, Esme,” he assured her. "And I have plenty to spare. But I’m afraid you’re getting addicted to it and I know you wouldn’t want to lose control.”

“"I’m fine, I’m fine!” She insisted, licking stray jism from her lips, buzzing with the borrowed power flowing through her. "I can totally, totally handle it. I’m a big girl!”

She lifted her tittes to demonstrate. He liked her titties. He wouldn’t cut her off with her big titties out like that.

God, they’d gotten big. Had they always been this big?

“…just as a precaution. You’ll need to share your true name with me, of course, but then I can let you have greater access to my power and we won’t have to worry about you losing control of yourself.”

What had Tim been saying? She had lost focus. That had been happening a lot lately. Maybe she did have a problem?

“Esme….eeesssssmmeeee…” He was calling her.

But his dick was still hard. Could she have more?

“You can suck my dick again if you tell me your true name, Esme,” he was saying. “All the power you can handle. And more. Just tell me your secret name.”

“It’s Taliesha,” she said.

She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, but if she couldn’t trust her own apprentice, who could she trust?

“Suck my cook, Taliesha,” he commanded.

***

“Can I have more magic, Master Tim?” Taliesha asked as soon as her master came home.

“May I, Tali. Grammar.” He reminded.

“May I have more magic, Master Tim?” She begged.

“Have you done all your chores, Tali?” He asked.

“Yes, Master Tim!” She avered. “I cleaned the house and prepped for dinner and did my webcam show!”

“And did you do your meditation?” He probed.

“Yes, Master Tim!” She nodded. “For a whole hour and I didn’t come!”

"And are you sure your little bimbo brain can handle more magic, Tali?” He pressed. “Yesterday you forgot how to speak for nearly two hours.”

"I can take it, Master Tim!” She said. “Please! Please give me more.”

“Very well,” he relented. “Kneel, my silly little apprentice. Kneel and learn.”

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“Karen, look what I found on Jerrys laptop!” “Please Susan, I don’t care what that nerd has photos of, I don’t…” “No, no, no, it’s nothing like that, come look. It’s called Master PC and I think he has been changing the girls around the office.” “Changing? With a program? Did you hit your head on something?” “Let’s see. Targets original memories are restored from yesterday. And Enter.” “……. What…. Wait… He…. I’m…..” “Turns out he didn’t do much to me, but you, holy crap were you ugly.” “I don’t care, change me back!” “Hold on, would you not want to have a little bit of… you know… fun with the girls first?” “What do you… Ohhhhh. I see. Should we not check if we can do anything to Jerry first?” “Already checked, looks like this version only supports altering females. All the bars and fields were grayed out.” “Dammit. But I just had the best idea of what to do to that snob in reception. Gimme!” “Have fun!”

“There we go. Much better. Now you can greet everyone the proper way. Oral to anyone that wishes for it and proper directions for everybody else.” “I like your thoughts on that. Is she good?” “Best in the world. All those other thoughts had to go, but hey, at least she is useful now.” “Great. Now it’s my turn. Time for those bastards up in HR to get a taste of thier own medicine.

“Silly, silly bimbos. Should not have tried to outsmart me in that Henderson debacle. Now you all have to share IQ, It seems to be a bit hard for you all, so good luck in the future.” “Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure we are back to normal? This seems… odd… even for us.” “Now that you mention it, maybe…..” “……” “….maybe we should go up a bit. Those boss types need a lesson or two.” “Cool!”

“Turns out the head of PR really is a witch.” *giggle* “Stop it. But I know who’s next.”

“Guess you can’t remove everything. Even after changing, the head of Finances is still a lazy bitch who does nothing.” “Nice tattoos. Now who should we target next?” “Not sure, ma…….”

“…ybe what the fuck? Did you change us?” “No! Of course not. But who…. Oh crap. You don’t think Jerry had a backup program on another computer?” “ShitShitShit, think of something fast then!” “Of what? We can’t move, and the laptop is gone.” “Well do something quickly before…..”

“The Masters oath must be preserved.” “Oh shit. Think Susan think. How….”

“…can your faithful protectors serve you today Master?” “Yes Master. Anything you wish Master.” “Yes Master. Anything you wish Master.”

[batnerdling18]

“My dear Allynna, it is always a pleasure to see you. Today, I can mix both pleasure and work.”

“Have you been mixing potions again my Lord? I have told you numerous times, those can be dangerous, they might explode or something worse.”

“I have already done the mixing, and this one should prove very useful. Here.”

“It is a new type of mana potion. It not only gives you your magical abilities back, it empowers them even further.”

“How thoughtful of you to bring it to me. Is it ok for me to test it out?”

“But of course my dear, have as much as you wish.”

*Glug Glug Glug*

“I feel… Strange. Dizzy. Like my mind was……….”

*thump*

“Where? What? What happened?”

“Shhhhh. Everything is fine my dear slave.”

“Slave? My name is…My name… Why can I not remember my name Master.”

“Because the potion that altered your physical form is already having its effect on your mind.”

“Potion? Oh. It…. It enslaved me?”

“Very acute slave. Now, pop over so that I may admire your eyes as the last of your former self dwindles.”

“Yes Master. Of course Master.”

“Oh. Master, this slave thinks her former self is gone now. She stopped thinking.”

“I could see her vanish in your eyes slave. Very good. You will stay here and masturbate until I return. I have a new batch of potions ready and a few more maidens to help.”

“Yes Master. Your slave will obey.”