The Return of Short Requests (Patreon)

Hey folks!

So, I took a stab at doing the shorts you all requested of me this week, and I'm really quite out of practice at the 'short' part, hope you don't mind! It was fun, but I think if I do it again I'll probably reinstate a higher tier for the people making the requests - they're quite a lot of work to do!

In the meantime, here's a bunch of short stories. Hope you enjoy.

Contains: Mind Control, Hypnosis, Titnosis, Brainwashing, Bimbofication, Bunny Girls, Oblivious Mind Control, Hypnotised Dom, Sluttification, Stepford TF, Costume TF, Drone TF, Goblin TF, Brain Draining, Enchanted drinks… Look, it has a lot of stuff, okay?

Yang has come into some interesting mind control powers and has decided to use them on her team for some naughty fun

“Yang? Yang!”

“Huh?” The blonde looked up to see an irate looking Weiss staring down at her. This was not an altogether unusual sight. “Oh hey Ice queen, what’s up?”

“Don’t call me that!” Ahhh, she really was annoyed. “We were supposed to meet up for training ten minutes ago! What are you still doing still in bed?” The former heiress glared at her teammate - who was indeed still lounging under the covers in the hotel room she and the rest of team RWBY had rented for the week. It had been pretty nostalgic! A few matters had demanded that they stay behind for a few days while their allies – Qrow, Jaune and the others – went on ahead.

And it had given Yang some time to work some stuff out…

“Oh, I was just thinking about something my Mom told me, y’know, before she bolted off through one of her portals.” The blonde shrugged, resting her back against her headboard. “Sorry, musta lost track of time.”

Weiss turned slightly pink – Yang had worn a yellow tank top to bed, and it didn’t quite make the shrugging motion with the rest of her body. “Uh. O-oh, really? What, um. What did she say?”

“Ah, nothing much…” The blonde stretched, folding her arms behind her head. Despite herself, her white haired teammate couldn’t help but stare at how tight the motion made her top. “Just a secret family technique she thought I might want to try out. She thought it’d help keep me out of her hair.”

“Huh.” Weiss frowned. From what she’d seen of Yang’s mother, such a technique could be anything. Maybe it was a powerful attack? “Was it something useful?”

“Depends who you ask!” The blonde grinned. “I don’t think you’ll like it, but I showed it to Rubes and Blake earlier and they seemed impressed! Oh!” She shuddered for a moment, a quick gasp of air curling her lips. “Y-yeah, Blake really liked it…”

“Oh?” The former heiress raised a single crisp eyebrow. “Really now? Well fine then, let’s see it – though I swear, Xiao Long, if this is some kind of prude prank then I… then I… What are you doing?!?”

Yang gave her a puzzled look. It wasn’t as though she was doing something complicated – she’d just taken her top off, that was all. “What, don’t like what you see?”

“That’s- You- I- You’re naked!!!” An increasingly red Weiss finally managed to stammer out, face flush with equal parts mortification and anger.

“Well duh.” Yang shrugged. Her chest bounced. “That’s obvious. But y’know, I notice you’re not looking away~”

“I… I’m not…?” Weiss sounded confused, her brow wrinkling as she realised the truth of what the blonde was saying – her eyes were rooted on Yang’s chest and were making no attempt to break away.

“Nope.” The blonde sat up, leaned to the side, and then leaned the other way. As she did, Weiss’s head followed, nearly pulling the woman off of her feet. “Hate to tell you this, Ice Queen, but I think you’re a real boob for my tits!”

“Oh god…” Weiss whimpered. Her voice was growing weaker, her jaw starting to go slack. “Not the puns…”

Yang’s grin was growing more and more sinister by the moment. “Yeah, you might wanna get used to those. Mom said the women in our family have, uh, exceptionally hypnotic chests once we come of age. Apparently they’re really useful for getting things done. It’s how she got put in charge of that bandit tribe she had. I figure I can use them to help us deal with the relics… annnnd maybe have a little fun along the way!”

“F-fuuuuhn…?” The heiress was swaying, her head drooping, shoulders slumping. If it weren’t for those magnificent tits keeping her up, it looked like she’d collapse in a heap on the floor.

“Yup!” Yang bounced. Her chest bounced. Weiss’s eyes bounced. “Fun with my funbags! Now you just be a good little Ice Queen and let your brain melt, yeah?”

The Ice Queen had no choice but to do exactly that! With a final groan, she dropped to her knees, her eyes glazing completely as she began to openly drool, still utterly fixated on Yang’s chest. Helpless, hypnotized, and entirely at her teammate’s mercy.

“That’s a good girl.” Yang chuckled, before throwing her bedsheet off, revealing she had company on the mattress – a certain black haired catgirl lapping away between her legs. “I sent Rubes out earlier, she won’t be back until late. So in the meantime, you wanted to train, Ice Queen? How about you get some practice for your new role on this team as co-chief of morale, huh? Get in here and let’s see how your tongue compares with my partner’s~”

And Weiss, of course, was only too happy to comply…

-

Persona 5 Royal: Sumire listens to a self confidence hypnosis video that glitches and transforms/mind controls her to become a huge tittied/hourglass dom named Kasumi (kinda like Pyrrha in Pyrrha’s plot) who is compelled to hypnotize her friends to be sluts like her. Cue obligatory masturbation during hypnosis. Breast groping and all.

Sumire Yoshizawa took a deep breath, checking her laptop one last time. She really wasn’t sure this was going to work, but she’d tried practically everything else! If this self hypnosis file actually worked – if it raised her self-confidence, helped her be bolder and interact with people in a more assertive way – then she’d finally feel able to fix the issues in her life. Maybe it was a silly idea, but what was the harm in trying? She’d found herself a quiet little corner of mementos where she knew no one would find her trying something so embarrassing, and now she was all set to give it a whirl.

In retrospect, maybe doing something designed to affect you on a mental level inside the metaverse, the physical expression of humanity’s collective unconscious, wasn’t the best idea. Especially when there were always so many dark forces trying to twist said unconscious to their own ends…

The redhead slipped her headphones on, sat back, and hit play, before closing her eyes and praying this would work. Then the thrumming beat hit her.

It wasn’t what she was preparing herself for – she’d expected some soft music and a gentle voice, at least to start with. Something that would ease her into some kind of light trance, if this kind of thing really worked. Instead she was hit by a deep base, heavy beats that seemed to rumble in through her ears and crash into one another in the middle of her head. The sound was stunningly intense, pounding into her brain from both sides with such force that it made her gasp, drowning out her fears and concerns with sheer volume.

“What the-“ Her eyes shot open, and she reached for the pause button – more out of reflex than actual thought, since her thoughts were finding it quite difficult to be heard over the heavy rhythm. But this too was a mistake, for as she reached for her laptop, her eyes fell upon the screen – and thus, upon the red and black spiral which had taken its place.

The second she saw it, the spiral caught her in its snare. She couldn’t look away! Something about the strange swirling image had hooked her in, and now she found herself staring helplessly into its depths. Perhaps she could have fought her way free, but every time she thought to try, the urge was pounded into dust by the pulsing beat still pounding into her ears.

It made for a devastating combination. Any thoughts that weren’t smothered by the rhythm were sucked out of her head by the spiral, the two swiftly working together to overwhelm the poor girl before she even knew what was happening. All too quickly her thoughts of resistance were snuffed, the very idea of putting a stop to this recording pushed out of her head and swept under by a red and black whirlpool. In a matter of moments, her hands dropped to lay limp at her sides, jaw hanging slack, her eyes filling with red and black spirals – reflections of the all encompassing swirl that sat firmly in her lap. Her mind went still, and quiet, save for the beat of the recording.

And then the voice began to speak.

This was the soft, almost seductive tone Sumire had expected, slipping into her empty head now that it had been properly hollowed out. Words of comfort and reassurance taking root in her entranced mind…

You are confident

You are in control

You are powerful

Her lips began to pull towards a brainless smile as the simple confidence building statements seeped down into the roots of her soul, steadily rebuilding her self image from the ground up. She was confident. She was in control. She was powerful.

But the voice didn’t stop there. In fact, as it spoke, the voice began to grow stronger, echoing with the sound of other voices speaking in tandem with it, the power of the metaverse slipping in.

You are better than the others

You deserve more

Take pleasure in your supremacy

Sumire began to pant, feeling a sudden rise in heat despite her mindlessness. Slowly, her limp hands rose once again – but this time they turned inwards, exploding the redhead’s own body. She had been commanded to take pleasure in herself, and there wasn’t a single part of her ready to resist. One hand pulled down her top, stroking and squeezing her chest, while the other yanked her leotard aside and slid her fingers between her lower lips. Her breath hitched, smile growing wider as the spirals in her eyes spun faster and faster with every stroke.

You are bigger and better than the rest

Perfection in human form

Show the world your glory

A low, throaty groan emerged from the redhead’s mouth as the words continued to reshape her, her questing, groping, fondling fingers helping massage each sentence even deeper into her soul. And here in the metaverse, that meant something.

The power of the metaverse flowed through her body, seeping into her like water into a sponge. Heat gathered under her skin, forming up in her hips, in her chest. Beneath her groping fingers, her breasts began to swell, plumping up like well fed fruit, from decently sized apples to incredible melons over the course of mere seconds – drawing breathless moans from their owner as their sensitivity increased just as much. And naturally her ass wasn’t going to be left behind, her body rocking as her seat inflated to give her a proper hourglass form.

For a moment, her costume struggled to contain her – before it too changed, a transformation enabled by the shift in her consciousness. No longer did she want to hide her body away – instead, no, it must be displayed outright. Her leotard shrank into a much skimpier form, making sure to show off all of her glorious goods for the world to see…

The world is yours

Take control

Show the other girls who’s boss

Oh yes! Sumire’s fingers dug deeper, squeezed harder, and she nearly came just from the thought of making those other lesser girls worship her. Mmhph. Mhmm… Just imagining them on their knees… Looking up at her with such loving, spiralling eyes… Grabbing those blonde pigtails like handlebars and yanking her face between her legs, ah! Oh!

You are control

You are domination

You are perfection!

You are-

Sumire came with an earth-shattering cry, her head throwing back so hard that her headphones popped off, and the laptop went bouncing over the floor. But that was fine, its work was done. She already knew the last words it was trying to tell her. There was only one word that filled her head when she imagined perfection.

Kasumi opened her eyes, her pupils still faintly lined with black and red spirals, and smiled. She felt like a new woman. Slowly, she extracted her fingers, licking each clean, before standing up and stretching. Hmm. She felt wonderful… and surprisingly horny~ But she had an idea about how she could fix that. Why, it would be a shame not to share such an enlightening file with her friends, wouldn’t it? After she’d made a few adjustments to it, anyway…

It had done wonders for her self-confidence, after all!

-

The casino's newest bunny as her programming finishes and she is 'tested' by fellow brainwashed bunny bimbos.

“Hey, welcome! Let’s get that headset off you, I don’t think you need it anymore~”

“Ohhh, lookit her, she came out so cute!”

“Yeah! And her boobs are huge! Oh lemme squeeze-“

*Giggle* “No girl! Back, back, give her some space! She just had, like, her whole brain squeezed out of her head, give her a bit before you test out the merchandise! There we go – sorry, the girls always get real friendly when a new girl comes in. We like to give a proper welcome!”

“We’re real friendly~ Other buns don’t count for Master’s ‘No money no touchy’ rule, after all~”

“So what’d they get you for? Did you run up a big debt in the casino? Ohhh, I’ve been, like, working the roulette wheel, did you spend too much trying to get a glimpse of me?”

“Naaah, like, look at her! She was totally that babe who was trying to snoop around back stage last week! I bet Master put her in the chair for days after that. Look’it that cute dumb smile, her brain’s totally mush!”

“Oh be nice, girls. You know she can’t remember silly things like who she was or why she’s here! But it doesn’t matter anyway. She’s a bun now, and that’s the most important thing~”

“Okay, so, I know you, like, know the rules, the chair drills them into your brain preeetty hard, but it helps to go over the big ones anyways, just so you’re all clear. So, rule one – Always do what Master says.”

“Y’know, duh! Like we could ever disobey Master~”

“He’s so dreamy…”

“So commanding…”

“Oh, I hope he picks me to be one of the buns to serve him tonight…”

“Giiiirls, don’t get distracted thinking about Master now, we have a new sister to get up to speed! Besides, y’know, he’s totally going to want to break her in tonight anyways.”

“Oh! Lucky!”

“Right, yeah… Okay, um, where we were. Oh right, so, yeah, rule two! If they don’t have money-”

“- We don’t let them touchy!” *Giggle* “Yeah, we’re like, high class escorts or whatever, y’know? If the customers want to put their hands on these fine ass goods, they gotta pay premium to do it!”

“Which is so super hard because we’re so super horny like, all the time…”

“But that’s what the other girls are for!”

*Giggle!*

“Rule three! Always stay in uniform – No, like, forgetting to put it back on after some fun with a client, yeah?”

“It’s, like, soooo hard to remember sometimes…”

“I know, right?”

“Rule four! All money goes to Master!”

“Duh! What would we even spend it on anyway?”

“I dunno. It’s kinda hard to count anyways…”

“And rule five, report anything suspicious to security!”

“You wouldn’t believe how often that one comes up.”

“Yeah, like, I know we’re dumb bun ditzes? But so many people think we’re, like, totally stupid! It’s really funny. They just, y’know, try to tell us that they’re the local vault inspector, but the vault inspector only visits on Tuesdays, so who’s the dummy now, huh?”

“Um, us?”

“Yeah!”

“… Okay, I think that just about does it for the main rules. And I can see our new sister is starting to settle in. What do you say, girls, shall we give her a proper bun welcome?”

“Lemme at them tiddies!”

“Oh, I wanna see how she tastes! She looks like a cherry~”

“Welcome to the casino, hun – Trust me, you’re gunna love it.”

-

Fate recounting her schedule for the day, not realizing/hypnotized into believing that her main duty is sex relief.

“So how was your day, Dear?” Nanoha Takamichi asked, reading through a last few reports as she lay back in bed, tired but satisfied after a long day’s work.

Her wife, Fate T. Harlaown, slid under the sheets beside her, yawning as she laid herself down. Unlike some spouses that didn’t need to be named, she could leave her work at the office. “Pretty normal,” she answered with a small shrug. And then, “Oh, though I did do that new orientation thing this morning. You know, that new training thing they’ve brought in?”

“Oh right, yeah…” Nanoha hummed noncommittally as she flipped through some papers. “I think I’ve heard of that. How was it?”

“Boring.” That got an amused giggle. “You know, the usual stuff. Going over regulations, what’s expected of attractive TSAB officers, that kind of thing.”

“Well there’s definitely no one in the bureau more attractive than my Fate-chan,” the brunette nodded with a smile. “Though I’m guessing they mean promotion-wise.”

“Hope so,” Fate muttered with a small roll of her eyes. “I’m still planning on beating mom to Admiral, after all.”

“Dawwwh…” Nanoha leaned over and kissed her beloved on the forehead. “You’ll get there Dear, I know you will.”

“Thanks~” The blonde blushed, still rather flustered by positive physical contact even after all these years. “But yeah, nothing special about the training. Honestly, the recordings seemed really low quality. The screens kept flickering, the frame rate stuttered constantly, and sometimes I felt like I was watching two movies at once.” She brushed a hand against the side of her head. “Almost gave me a headache.”

“Oh, no!” At the sound of that, of course, her wife got fussy. She was immediately resting the back of her hand against Fate’s brow. “Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?”

Fate just giggled though. “I’m fine, Nanoha. That was early morning – honestly, by the time the orientation ended I was feeling fine. Better than fine, even! All that sitting around gave me a ton of energy I needed to get rid of.”

“Heh, so I bet you went straight to the sparring room…”

“Well, not right away…” Fate thought for a moment. “I was going to, but the orientation supervisor pulled me over before I left. He wanted some feedback on how I took his training video on.”

Nanoha chuckled as she leafed through another report. “So you gave him a proper tongue lashing over wasting a valuable Enforcer’s time with substandard training techniques, huh?”

The blonde giggled, licking her lips. “Something like that. Well, I mean, no, I tried to be nice about it.”

“Faaaate-chan, you’re really too gentle about this kind of thing.”

“Maybe. But I think he enjoyed getting proper feedback. He did say he liked my, aheh, ‘gentle tongue’, and he took what I said on board. Especially when I pointed out how hard the floors were in the training room – he said he’d try to do something about that before someone hurt their knees.”

“Their knees?” Nanoha turned a report over and started scanning the back. “What, was there a physical part to this orientation thing?”

“Yeah, enough to get your heartrate up,” Fate nodded. “I was pretty flushed by the time I was done. But hey, apparently I did great at the whole orientation thing – he said I was the best he’d had all day.”

“Well congrats! That’s great to hear.”

“Thanks. But yeah, after that I was going to go burn some energy off, but Admiral Hodel called me in for a quick briefing…”

“Hodel? Oh jeeze, that guy. Did he spend the entire time staring down your top?”

Fate giggled again. “He’s not that bad-”

“He totally is.”

“Is not! But no, he didn’t this time. He had some papers for me to take a look at on his desk, we spent about an hour getting on top of them.”

“An hour? Really? Why so long?” Nanoha blinked and looked over at her wife, who shrugged.

“I don’t know, he was pretty distracted. We spent some time talking about that new orientation stuff, and some of the new duties I’d be doing now I’d had it…”

“Oh, new responsibilities? You really are on the track for promotion!”

Fate grinned, a little embarrassed. “Maybe. It’s mostly morale stuff – keeping an eye on the troops, knowing how to get their spirits up, keeping them stiff in the line of duty…”

“Stiff?” The brunette raised an eyebrow.

“The Admiral’s choice of words.” Fate shrugged again. “I think what took the most time was he felt the need to demonstrate the new positions I’d be taking on. We went over it a few times – he was pretty clear about how I should wear my uniform, I remember – but I think he hammered his point home in the end.”

“Ah. Sorry Dear.” Nanoha patted her partner’s hand. “Sounds rough.”

“Oh, it was definitely rough. But it was pretty fun, too. I did end up knocking all those papers off the desk a few times though. Fortunately the Admiral was really understanding – he let me pick them all up without a fuss – and I made sure to bend from the waist like you’re supposed to, I didn’t need any more trouble with my knees… But yeah, by the time I left him I don’t think his spirits had ever been higher!” Fate smiled. “Maybe there really is something to this morale thing, huh?”

“Maaaybe,” her wife agreed, turning back to her paperwork. “So then…”

“So then I finally headed over to the sparring room, and Signum was already there- Oh, did I mention she was at orientation as well?”

Nanoha shrugged. “No, but I kinda figured.”

“Fair. Well, I mean, as soon as I got there I could tell she was raring to go, so…”

“Okay, honey, I know I have no room to talk on this, but if you guys ruined another training room with one of your fights...”

Fate laughed. “Oh we’re not that bad. Well, we’re not as bad as a certain Ace of Aces…”

The brunette blushed, biting her lip and trying not to look too amused.

“Anyway, we decided to keep it low key. No magic or fancy powers, just some basic hand to hand. We got ourselves some space in the main hall, set our uniforms down well aside to make sure they didn’t get messed up, and got right to it.”

Nanoha paused, and looked at her wife. “How long until she charged you off your feet?”

“Oh, almost immediately. But that was fine, I was in the mood for a bit of a wrestle. And she doesn’t have the reach advantage that she used to.”

The brunette took a moment to think that over. “You mean you got in a wrestling match with Signum Yagami in the main hall in front of everyone?”

Fate grinned. “Oh yeah, we got a big crowd of guys almost instantly – and I think we showed them a thing or two. Honestly I thought I’d win pretty easy once I got her legs apart, but she’s got more experience than she lets on. I think she trains with Hayate and Shamal.”

“Huh… Really? I thought Shamal was strictly a doctor these days…”

“I’m pretty sure – I mean, come on, we’ve all seen the way those two look at each other.” Fate nodded, and ignored the slightly confused question mark that metaphorically appeared over Nanoha’s head. She knew how oblivious her wife could be. “But anyway, it was a good tumble! We worked up a real sweat by the end. She kept slipping out of my pins and turning them around on me…”

The Ace of Aces sighed, going back to her papers. “That sounds just like you two. So who won in the end?”

Fate turned sulky. “It was a tie. We got up locked around each other, and I decided to shoot for her weak spot just as she went for mine, and we ended up getting each other off together.” She sighed. “I almost had her, I swear, but she managed to last just as long as me. I’ll need to practice more for next time.”

“That’s nice Dear…” Yep, Nanoha had checked out of the conversation.

The blonde huffed. “The men seemed to like it, at least. Once we were done they kept asking us for advice, or demonstrations… Quite a few wanted to have a go as well. I think we were both pretty busy after that.” She licked her lips at the memory. “I think I had like five guys in me at one point. Couldn’t check if Signum got that many…”

“I’m sure she tried.” The brunette chuckled, before finally setting her papers down. “It sounds like you had fun, at least. And hey, it looks like I’m scheduled for that orientation thing tomorrow myself! Got any advice for me?”

“Bring a cushion for you knees,” Fate nodded, before leaning up to kiss her wife. “And if you have as much energy as I did afterwards, I’ll be waiting for you in the training complex for a little one on one spar…”

Nanoha giggled, before dragging her wife down to the pillow. “Sounds fun, Fate-chan. Now how about we have a little ‘spar’ here of our own?”

“Sure, I could do with the practice~”

-

Alternate ending to Ami’s Slutty Sucker. Turn’s out Ami’s just too smart to turn stupid, but that’s okay. All that knowledge is useless if Ami’s more interested in having sex than reading a book. Plus Makoto has to admit, advanced physics theorems feel AWESOME during cunnilingus.

Makoto was getting a little concerned here. Not, like, majorly so or anything, she was still too much of a bimbo to really get too worried about anything anymore, but still. Things weren’t going according to Master Candy’s plan! Ami was still as super smart as ever, and she was almost out of special dum-dum drops to feed her!

She couldn’t work out what the problem was. The rest of Master’s treats had worked just fine! Ami had always been a little too skinny in Mako’s opinion, but now she had the full hourglass shaped body deserving of a Sailor Slut and then some! Her tits had developed nicely into proper heavy bimbo knockers, and her ass was wider than her chair. Plus, judging by the way she was starting to squirm as she sat studying, she was definitely getting super-hot under the collar.

She was almost the perfect bimbo! She was just, y’know… smart. Which was kind of against the point, wasn’t it?

Pouting, Makoto prepared her last resort. This last ‘study snack’ was packed with as much bimboing energy as she could fit in, using all of the ingredients Master Candy had provided. This was all or nothing! If this didn’t drain the brains out of Ami Mizuno’s head, then nothing ever would!

Biting her lip in trepidation, the brunette bimbo approached the study table, her last resort on a plate in her hands. “Here, Ami. One more snack to help you clear your head!”

“Oh, thank you Mako~” The blunette flashed her a bright smile, plucking the bimbo-bonbon from its seat and popping it between her lips. She groaned pleasantly as the taste hit her tongue, and chewed for a moment before swallowing. Immediately her bosom blossomed out another cup size, and her fat ass grew even plumper… But the brightness in her eyes didn’t dull even slightly.

Makoto’s shoulders slumped, her chest jiggling nicely. Hadn’t it worked? She had to test it. It was time to use math. “Um, hey, Ami? What’s, like…” She strained her simple brain for a moment. “Uh, sixty nine times sixty nine?”

“Four thousand, seven hundred and sixty one,” the still-a-genius woman answered without even looking up from her study materials.

Hm. Mako had no idea if that was right, but it was a much bigger number than any bimbo should have in their head. Darn it! It hadn’t worked at all!

“Awh man…” The brunette chef slumped into a chair. This hadn’t gone at all to plan.

But naturally her friend noticed that not all was well. “Is everything okay, Mako?” Ami asked, looking up and blinking, licking her luscious lips nervously.

“No,” the bimbo huffed. “You’re still all, like, smart and stuff. I’ve been waiting to fuck you for, like, ever, and now you’re just going to keep studying and-Mmph!”

She suddenly found herself on her back, a very eager woman in her arms. Blue haired geniuses could move quite quickly when sufficiently motivated, apparently! “Oh thank god!” Ami gasped, when she finally pulled her lips off of Makoto’s. “I’ve been trying to hold it in all day but I am so horny right now! It’s hotter than Mercury under these clothes!”

The brunette looked confused, her brow wrinkling, even as she helped her friend peel her clothes off of her. “Like, what? But you’re Mercury, silly! Although you are, like, super hot…”

Ami snorted a laugh as she ripped her blouse off. “I meant my planet. You know, Mercury, closest to the sun, can reach temperatures of over eight hundred degrees Fahrenheit?”

Makoto just blinked dumbly at her.

The genius simplified. “I’m saying I need you to fuck me. Hard. Now.”

“Oh! I can do that!”

And indeed she could – the last of their clothes going flying as the pair descended into a hot and heavy heap, long held lusts unleashed and washing through them both, tongues and fingers exploring one another’s body with gleeful abandon. There had been a lot of things Makoto had wanted to try with Ami over the years – and becoming a brainless bimbo had really only increased her interest.

But it turned out that even with her brain drained, she could still learn a thing or two! Like how Ami knew a lot of big, smart words, and how much fun it was for her to recite them into her cunt and let them vibrate through her! (Antidisestablishmentarianism was a favourite of hers, even if she had no idea what it meant.) Or how good math felt when the blue haired girl was counting out the digits of pie by pinching her nipples and finger-fucking her brains out! Mmm, maybe having a smarty pants in the group wouldn’t be such a drag after all…

As for Ami, she learned a couple of things too – like, that some things were much, much, much more fun than studying. And that really, it didn’t matter how smart you were when spending all day tongue deep in your friends (and having them tongue deep in you) felt this good. She was far too smart to ever be a bimbo, no matter what the forces of evil might try – but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be the biggest super slut that the world had ever seen~!

-

Chie from P4 get pamphlets claiming to have the secret to drawing out their her femininity. Although they are rather annoyed about this she can't stop reading them and begins to change body and mind into becoming a curvy and ultra feminine woman who is only concerned with being a perfect wife for a husband.

Chie Satonaka stared at the pamphlet in her hand with obvious contempt. What the hell was this? Who had sent her a leaflet about ‘Enhancing her femininity’?!?!

She was perfectly fine with her femininity, thank you very much. So what if she was something of a tomboy? She liked kung fu and eating meat and protecting people – what was wrong with that? Huh? Huh? Maybe a kick to the face’d change your mind!

Ugh. This thing looked so tacky as well. It was bright pink, because of course it was, that was the girly colour, wasn’t it? And the picture on the front was of the most stereotypical housewife imaginable – a stacked blonde in a red dress with white polka dots. Because of course it was.

By all rights, the short haired brunette should have ripped the offensive thing to pieces as soon as she laid eyes on it – but something stopped her. An insidious curiosity. If the cover was this bad, imagine how bad the contents had to be, right? And Chie was a girl who liked having something to be mad at…

Anticipating even more fuel for her anger, she pulled the pamphlet open, and glared at the first page.

‘5 simple tips for becoming the best woman you can be!’ it read. An audible growl emerged from Chie’s throat. Her fingertips tightened around the oh-so-thin pages, just the slightest application of force away from tearing the whole thing to shreds. But she held back, just for the moment, and her eyes moved over to the first ‘tip’.

Dress to impress!

Chie snorted. That was their first piece of ‘advice’? It was relatively harmless on its own, but the diagrams that accompanied it on the page showed a lot of flowery dresses she wouldn’t be caught dead in. How was she supposed to kick someone in the face in clothing like that?!

She was so busy fuming that she didn’t notice as something odd began to happen. Her trademark green top and short black skirt – perfect for practical freedom of movement! – were starting to glow. Slowly, the two garments began to meld together, their fabrics merging and shifting around, so gentle that their wearer didn’t feel a thing. Beneath their owner’s notice, her clothes reformed themselves into a long flowing green dress – the kind with little yellow polka dots that would be utterly impossible to do a karate kick in…

But Chie was far too wrapped up in her pamphlet to pay that any mind. Still glaring, she turned the page to see the second tip.

Keep a tidy home!

Around the words were little pictures of vacuum cleaners and feather dusters. Chie rolled her eyes. What, was that supposed to be her responsibility now? Was that all a woman was good for? Cleaning up? Huh? Bah, these jerks deserved a steel toed boot to the nads!

Although…

Anger aside, the martial artist couldn’t help but feel that this tip, too, kind of made sense. It was only right to keep everything clean and tidy – that was just sensible! Making a mess just meant you’d lose things or break them. Why shouldn’t she keep her home tidy? What was so wrong with that?

Unseen by Chie, of course, was the slight pink tint that was creeping into her brown irises – or, rather understandably, the sudden way that her room back at home magically became neat and tidy, the mess she’d left it in that very morning completely vanished.

Frowning, she turned to the next page. Hopefully the next tip would let her get good and mad again.

Beauty is the key to happiness!

Aha! Just what she’d been hoping for! This was the exact kind of sexist crap she’d been expecting the instant she’d laid eyes on this stupid pamphlet! Yeah, here, this ‘tip’, lined with little images of eye liners, lipstick and hair curlers, this was absolutely laying out a backwards image of what a woman should be. It was disgraceful!

Of course, even she had to admit, looks were important. Why, they were the entire basis for how the world looked at you! Yes, she herself might not have been the most feminine of ladies, she acknowledged to herself as her eyelashes mystically lengthened, and dark red lipstick applied itself to her mouth, but she certainly tried to put some effort in. Proudly, she reached up and brushed her fingers, each with pristinely painted nails (green, of course), through her carefully curled hair – her short, boyish cut a forgotten thing of the past.

So she couldn’t entirely argue with what the pamphlet said. In fact, so far it was making a lot of sense. How distressing – she’d been sure it was just a pile of sexist trash, but it perhaps she’d misjudged it? Hopefully the next tip would tell her.

Maintain a shapely body to maintain your man's interest!

Ah, well, that was obviously completely out of line. What in the blazes did a man’s interest have to do with a woman’s femininity, hm? A lady wasn’t just a piece of arm candy for a man to parade around as he pleased, to be discarded whenever it suited him! And she was supposed to maintain a ‘shapely’ body for his sake, rather than her own? What nonsense! She had taken up martial arts because it suited her, not because she thought it would please some potential partner some day!

But once again, as her eyes studied the page, eying the very detailed drawings of female figures with shapely chests and heavy rears, she did have to admit they were pleasing to see. In fact…

… In fact, wasn’t that why she worked so hard to keep up her diet and exercise? To maintain her figure? Chie frowned at the pamphlet, her forehead wrinkling slightly as she confused herself. The puzzle was so distracting that she completely missed the way her dress was starting to fill out up top, with what had once been loose hanging straps now struggling to keep a tight line of cleavage from spilling out, and down below as well, as the ‘martial artist figure’ she had once been so proud of melted away into a firmly smackable ass. Indeed, all hints of muscle definition, scars and callouses, anything that marked her as any kind of fighter at all quickly disappeared, replaced with the dainty disposition of a damsel.

And why shouldn’t it? After all, she had never even so much as glanced at a dojo! That kind of thing was hardly fitting for a woman, now was it? Whatever would the men think of her if she was bounding around like some kind of brute? The very idea of it made her chuckle daintily to herself as she dismissed her confusion – her eyes turning pinker by the second.

And that left the last ‘tip’ to examine. This one seemed to be fairly simple, at least.

Obedience is bliss~

The three words were accompanied by the image of a simple wedding band. Right! Well, Chie knew exactly what she thought of that!

It was perfect! A wide smile broke out on her face as her eyes turned completely pink. Yes, this extraordinary little pamphlet really hit the nail on the head. There was nothing more feminine, and nothing more proper for a woman, than obeying her husband! Oh, she couldn’t wait for the hallowed day when she and Mr. Wonderful, whomever he might be, were finally joined in marital bliss! She’d serve him just as a proper woman should, clean his house, cook his meals, warm his bed…

Ahhh, she just hoped he’d find her soon! Mm, maybe that charming young man who’d handed her this pamphlet in the first place might be interested? He certainly had the right idea about women, that was for sure. There were far too many young people who didn’t understand a woman’s proper place in the world – but not her! No, she knew exactly where she was supposed to be: Wherever her man told her to be~

She’d have to go let him know that she’d read his pamphlet and see what he said – oh, but before she did that, she really should go show it to Yukiko. The poor dear was such a tomboy – she even thought she could run her family inn herself, the silly thing! But Chie had a feeling that if she read these wonderful life tips, she’d finally realise that was a man’s job, not hers, and the two of them could start looking for a proper husband together.

What a lovely idea. She just couldn’t wait!

-

Raven and Starfire ending up losing a bet that resulted in them dressing up as each other for Halloween...and in the slutty cheap costume store versions of the outfits as well. They head into the changing rooms...and emerge a few seconds later having been transformed body and mind into exaggerated, slutty parodies of each other.

“I can’t believe we have to do this…” Raven groused, holding up the ‘costume’ she’d been given and giving it the flattest look imaginable.

Starfire seemed less troubled, but at the same time one couldn’t help but notice that even she wasn’t as enthusiastic as she normally was as she held up a purple cloak and leotard. “D-don’t worry, Friend Raven! I’m sure that it will not be that bad… probably…”

You knew it was bad when princess sunshine and sparkles couldn’t keep positive about it. “Did they have to get the stupid adult store version of the costumes?”

“Of course they did! We are adults, are we not?” Starefire blinked in confusion.

“Not what I- Never mind.” Raven sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.”

With a nod, the pair parted, stepping through individual curtains into separate changing rooms and, each with more than a small amount of hesitation, began to get changed. Raven grudging removed her own costume to replace it with a ridiculous parody of Star’s normal outfit – pretty much just a purple crop top and shorts, skipping out on all the little armoured parts that brought the costume together and replacing them with cleavage windows and latex. It felt like it would fall apart as soon as she tried to fly in it! Ugh. Finally, she pulled on her shoes – the sensible long boots replaced by tall stripper heels which risked her breaking her neck if she tripped – and went to check herself in the mirror.

She looked ridiculous, obviously. This costume was made for a much more endowed figure, and grey skin didn’t exactly go with Star’s colour scheme. If she wasn’t being forced into it, she wouldn’t even consider wearing something like this – and now, looking into this mirror, she was really tempted to just say to hell with it, forget about this stupid bet entirely, and-

… Huh? Raven blinked. There was something strange about her reflection. Some kind of image she could almost make out in the glass. She peered closer. It looked kind of like a green spiral…

Meanwhile, next door, Starfire was finding this task just as unpleasant as her neighbour. Her Tamaranean armour lay neatly folded on a bench, and she had dressed herself in the silliest rendition of Friend Raven’s attire she had ever seen. All of the ceremonial jewels were missing, there were several holes in her leotard where she was sure Raven would never allow holes to be, and her cloak had the strangest split down the middle than ended just over her behind. If this costume was supposed to be honouring a hero, it was doing a very poor job of it!

With a disappointed sigh she went over to check herself in the mirror, and frowned at what she saw. Obviously she had no problem showing off skin – this was nothing compared to her normal outfit – but still, she felt awful taking part in such a disrespectful display for her friend. Perhaps she should refuse. Take this costume off and tell them where to be shoving-

… Was that a spiral?

Outside the changing rooms, in the empty corridor, there was a moment of quiet. Then there were two bright green flashes – so close together that they may have actually been just one – shining underneath the changing room curtains. And then quiet returned once more.

About ten seconds later, the curtain on the right – the one that Starfire had gone through – was roughly shoved aside, and from out of the changing room emerged…

Rave’in looked around with four glowing red eyes that shone from under her shadowy hood, a sultry smile on dark, thick lips barely visible on her pale face. Her hood was the only piece of clothing she wore, naturally, and it did nothing to cover anything below the neck. But to be fair, there was no point in trying to cover up the pale skinned melons on her chest – they were just too big for any mortal fabric to hide! Plus, the dark purple wings that slipped out from the cloak’s interior, and the long prehensile tail that slid through the slit just over her peach shaped ass would make any clothing impossible to wear anyway. Besides, why would a sinful succubus like her want to hide her every ready cunt in the first place? What a ridiculous notion~

Ahhh, it felt so good to be out in the mortal world again – ready to tempt and seduce foolish mortal souls with the delights of her body. She couldn’t wait to show her master the pleasures that she could provide with just the lightest touch of her lips…

But first she needed to find her partner. Where was that stupid alien? Didn’t she realise there was fucking to do?!

“Slutfire!” She barked, her voice echoing with sinister demonic power. “Where are you?”

“Oh, is that you Mistress Rave’in? I’m, like, super sorry, but I think I’m lost in a devious human trap!”

“…” The grey skinned succubus closed all four of her eyes, her long purple talons rising up to gently grip the bridge of her hidden nose. Silently, she reached out and pulled aside the curtain to the changing room that the voice had come from – the one that, not so long ago, a heroine named Raven had stepped into…

“Oh! What an amazing human device!” On the other side of said curtain waited a very different kind of woman – one that belonged more on the front page of a pin-up magazine than on any hero team. Not unless those boobs could be used as flotation devices, anyway. The orange skinned beauty within looked like she’d stepped out of a teenager’s wet dream – wearing only the skimpiest purple string bikini imaginable, her curves practically bursting out of it at every angle. Fiery pink hair danced behind her, hanging down to just above her plump behind, framing her hourglass figure delightfully, and highlighting the utterly vapid look in her solid green eyes.

“It’s a curtain, Slut,” Rave muttered, pulling the airheaded alien out of the changing room. By her father’s name, her partner was so stupid. Good thing she was sexy too.

“Thank you for rescuing me, Mistress Rave!” Peppy as hell too, of course. Slutfire was far too dumb to be anything else. “As a reward, I will generously offer you the use of my most glorious funbags, to do with as you please!” She lifted her arms under her chest, pushing her massive boobs up enticingly.

And obviously, the succubus was tempted. Very, very tempted. But… “Let’s go find our Master first, okay? Then I’ll ride those funbags of yours~”

“Oh yes, of course!” The ditz’s green eyes lit up. “We must find this human Master of ours. Then he might give us the precious sexings that the cunning humans are keeping us from!”

“… Sure,” Rave shrugged. Sounded good enough to her. With a flick of her tail – which looped around the alien ditz’s neck to pull her along and make sure she didn’t get lost – she started strutting towards the exit…

And behind them, forgotten in the empty changing rooms, mechanical arms emerged from the wall, and gathered up the costumes of an Alien Princess, and a Gothic Witch. Soon, these outfits would be on a hook up front in the costume shop, for another set of customers to discover…

-

A day in the life of a factory in the future where the raw material is kidnapped woman and the product is brainwashed slaves.

“Welcome to Slaver Solutions.”

[Open on an outside view of the SlaverS factory. The SUN is shining, and the building looks as good as the day it was first constructed. After a few seconds, the word ‘WELCOME’ fades in over the image in yellow text.]

“If you’re watching this video, you have been selected from among our many, many applicants each year to join the SlaverS family. Congratulations! We’re a fun bunch who know the value of looking after one another. Rest assured, whether you work in finance, or on the product line, you’ll find no better workplace than SlaverS!”

[Intercut images flash across the screen of various departments at work. Two employees examining a FINANCE LEDGER. A trio of office workers chatting around a WATER COOLER. Men in orange work vests patrolling the PRODUCT LINES, making sure none of the struggling PRODUCTS-TO-BE escape as they’re fed into the machine.]

“Of course, before we get started inducting you into the SlaverS ranks, we should go over what we do here at Slaver Solutions! Starting from the very beginning…”

[Fade to footage of MATERIALS in various states of dress, from waitresses to joggers, being herded into the FACTORY INTAKE ROOM.]

“All the way to the end!”

[Screen wipe to DISTRIBUTION, where hundreds of obedient PRODUCTS are lined up, being boxed, and stored in trucks before being shipped out around the world.]

“But how did SlaverS come to be the world’s number one provider of slaves and enslavement technology? Well it all began back in the early 20th century, when our founder, Peter S. Swendle – himself a humble immigrant from England – joined forces with J. A. Bezniack, a traveller from the future, to address what they felt was a growing uncertainty in modern civilized society.”

[Fade in on slowly scrolling historical images of Sir Swendle, dressed in his trademark TOP HAT, always carrying his well-known pocket watch, and Lady Bezniack, dressed in her ‘futuristic’ SPANDEX SUIT and metal helmet.]

“Between the suffragettes and the civil rights movements, not to mention the endless wars of the 20th century, Sir Swendle determined that the modern household would soon be facing a crisis in the workforce. And rather than entrust the future to those newfangled ‘technicians’ who promised the moon, he decided to put his trust in a more traditional source of labour.”

[Cut to Sir Swendle’s famous speed in front of LIBERTY MONUMENT, putting focus on the line, “Since time immemorial, women have handled the business of the house and home, and it is my intention to make sure they ever shall!”]

“Sir Swendle had a mission! And using Lady Bezniack’s technology, he had the means to carry it through. Progress was slow at first, but when Sir Swendle demonstrated his techniques at the World’s Fair, the public quickly began to take interest…”

[Historical footage of the World’s Fair, showing Sir Swendle with one of the very first ‘HYPNO GUN’ devices – a crude spiral on the front of a motorised WAND spinning it in place – as he uses it on a panel of lady volunteers. Focus is on the women as their eyes glaze and their bodies relax, especially VOLUNTEER THREE who begins repeating his famous ‘Empty. Mindless. Obedient’ mantra.]

“Soon, Sir Swendle had to expand his business, moving from a room in the back of his cousin’s footwear factory to his own chain of recruitment offices across America – and soon, across the world!”

[Cut to a map of America, with the image of a building bearing the SlaverS logo on it in the original shop’s location – soon followed by dozens, and then hundreds of extra STICKERS across the map – before the map expands to view the whole world, with more STICKERS appearing all over. Except in Antarctica, due to supply reasons.]

“Of course, today we don’t use the crude tools Sir Swendle was forced to put up with! Our technology has developed in leaps and bounds since then. Let’s take a look at how things work in our factory today, shall we?”

[Footage returns to the SlaverS logo briefly, before fading back to the FACTORY INTAKE ROOM. The room is lit by an active PACIFICATION ORB, sending spiralling light down over the crowd of docile MATERIALS as they are herded in. Several ENTRANCEMENT ENFORCERS, all wearing their PROTECTIVE EYE WEAR, are wandering through the lines, making sure that all of the MATERIALS are appropriately subdued.]

“Only the best ingredients make the finest meals, and so we make sure that our recruiters only pick the best materials to bring to our factory! Once inside, standard pacification measures are employed to make sure no one is harmed – not in the least our new products to be! But safety is always our top priority – that’s why we have our entrancement enforcers make doubly sure every woman who comes through our gates is properly entranced before sending them on to the next area.”

[The camera moves to the next area, PREPERATION, where we see the MATERIALS being guided onto a conveyer belt, and then carried forward into a SHOWER BLOCK. There, the water quickly strips them of their clothes and washes away any impurities, before they are dried and given another flash of trance inducing light.]

“Of course high quality ingredients are only the first step – next, they have to be properly prepared for their new calling. First up is the washing room – where specialty treated water removes dirt and grime, while also dissolving fabric and plastics, quickly and easily stripping the materials of their old lives and making sure everyone who comes through our doors is treated just the same! And don’t worry – any metals or valuables left over are quickly collected before our girls are moved on to the next step on the line…”

[The shot moves over to MENTAL PREP, taking position alongside the conveyer until it reaches the EDUCATION MACHINE. The camera pauses here to watch MATERIALS of all shapes and sizes be fed into the EDUCATOION MACHINE one by one, stopping just long enough for a trademark MIND ADJUSTMENT HELM to come down and be firmly placed on their head. Cut to another shot of the same from a forward angle, showing the front of the MIND ADJUSTMENT HELM as it displays its progress rate rising from 0 to 5%.]

“… The heart of the whole process, where our state of the art brainwashing technology formats the mind of all these wonderful materials, wiping them clean of all trace of their former identity and preparing them for their new lives as SlaverS Slaves! The programming they receive can vary, but the process never does – and we pride ourselves on having a perfect success rate on mental conditioning for the past twenty years!”

[The shot starts moving again, arriving now at the BODY WORKSHOP. The MATERIALS, still wearing their MIND ADJUSTMENT HELMS, are carried into the MORPHER by the conveyer belt, followed by a flash of light, and then a woman with much BIGGER BREASTS and a WIDER ASS is carried out. We see this process repeated multiple times, producing several standard drone bodies, but then the last few are fitted to CUSTOM SPECIFICATIONS, one emerging much shorter than she entered, while the next is given green skin and a much more muscular build.]

“But as we follow them on, we soon see that not every process leaves our girls completely uniform! Obviously, our wonderful Morpher technology is the key to SlaverS incredible success – able to make sure that ever Slave who leaves our factory is completely up to code and the high standards that everyone expects! And of course, it also allows us to fulfil the dreams of many of our customers when, for a slightly higher fee, we offer Slave Customisation Services on a level none of our competitors can reach! Whether they want a belly dancing slaver girl, or a fierce orc body guard, SlaverS has it covered!”

[The camera now sweeps up, following the conveyer belt from a BIRD’S EYE VIEW. We see the conveyer line split into several different tracks directed off to different parts of the factory from one large junction, into which all of the SLAVES are steadily filed. Zooming in close, we see the SORTING MACHINES scan each SLAVE as she arrives, before quickly tattooing a SLAVE IDENTIFICATION BARCODE on her flank, and sending her on via one of the many lines. We see this process repeat flawlessly again and again, each SLAVE being sent in different directions.]

“With their bodies now sorted, and their minds steadily cooking, now it’s time for our girls to be sent to the correct destination. After all, each SlaverS factory provides Slaves to wide regions – we’d better be sure they’re going to the right place! Here’s where our network confirms that there’s been no problems in production, then marks the new Slave and sends her on her way!”

[The camera follows one unremarkable STANDARD SLAVE, circling around her for a moment – showing us that her MIND ADJUSTMENT HELM now displays its progress as 95%. The conveyer carries her steadily into the STORAGE DEPARTMENT, where she is lifted by a SLAVE HANDLER CLAW and deposited in line with dozens of other identical STANDARD SLAVES.]

“This Slave is being shipped out to Washington! Let’s follow her a little further to see the end of her journey with us. After all that she’s just been through, she needs a little time to settle in to her new shape and mind. But soon enough…”

[The SLAVE’S MIND ADJUSTMENT HELM progress ticks up to 100% and lets out a quiet ding. A moment later, a SLAVE HANDLER CLAW reaches down and plucks the MIND ADJUSTMENT HELM off of her head – revealing her blank, glazed eyes and SLACK JAW.]

“There she goes! One fully prepared slave, ready to use! Now all that’s left is to send her to her buyer!”

[Pulling back, the camera reveals that the STANDARD SLAVE is now stood in front of a SLAVE STASIS BOX. After a moment, a QUALITY STANDARDS INSPECTOR arrives, inspecting the goods with his hands and eyes, before giving a NOD. Then he gently pushes her back into the SLAVE STASIS BOX and closes it up around her. Once he has, the BOX is lifted by a FORKLIFT and carried over to a DISTRIBUTION TRUCK – which soon heads out of the warehouse, its cart filled with PRODUCT.]

“After one last check of course. We take quality very seriously here! But after the Quality Standards Inspector is entirely satisfied, she’s off on her way. God speed, Slave! Don’t slack off on making your new owner happy!”

[The screen returns to the SlaverS logo over the factory.]

“And that’s the tour! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask your new supervisor – they’ll be in charge of getting you settled from here on out. Once again, Welcome to the SlaverS family, where we make people happy around the world. Remember! If it’s not SlaverS, it’s just trash~”

“Good luck on the new job!”

-

An adventurer notices the tavern she as at seems to have several stupid slutty and stacked  goblins working as serving wenches. After a few sips of ale, she's exactly the same as them, and ready to start her shift...

Helena took a seat at a corner table, laying her sword against the wall behind her with her pack at her feet, and swept her dark hair back to look around the tavern. It was rather early in the afternoon, so the crowd that she imagined would occupy the place come evening hadn’t arrived yet, but the place was still doing good business. A few customers dotted around the place who she assumed were regulars, and several servers wandering around delivering drinks and taking orders…

It was odd, though. The adventurer was a new arrival in town, but walking down the high street she’d certainly been led to believe this was an entirely human settlement. And yet, all the servers she could see were… goblins. Short, green pointy ears… And rather stacked, if she was honest. She’d seen smaller chests in some dungeons, these girls were ridiculous! But no one else seemed to find it strange at all.

Well, it was no concern of hers. She was just here to get a drink, and maybe check for quests, before being on her way to the next settlement. That was the way of an adventurer, after all!

“Hey there, Sweetie! What can I get you?”

Helena blinked, looking around, before peering over her table. There, just below her former sightline, was a grinning goblin tavern wench, a notepad in one hand and a pencil in the other.

“Oh, uh, ale please. Sorry, didn’t spot you down there. Um, no offense.”

The goblin just giggled. “None taken, babe! You’re new in town I take it?”

“Ah, yeah…” The adventurer rubbed the back of her neck in embaressment. “Does it show that much?”

“Nah. I’d just remember a cute face like yours, Sweetie~” The goblin winked, blowing her a kiss, before strutting away, her short skirt barely covering her fat behind as it swayed from side to side. Not- not that Helena was looking or anything! Still, it was undeniable that the little woman was doing her best to be as, uh, provocative as possible…

In fact, now that she was paying attention, the adventurer couldn’t help but notice that all these goblin girls seemed kind of… sexual? Their clothing certainly was designed to show off their assets, far more than you’d normally see even for a regular tavern wench. And, uh, was it just her, or did they kind of come across as… y’know, stupid? They were all giggling all the time, and she was pretty sure that one over there behind the counter was trying to count up a guy’s bill on her fingers.

It was weird. The goblins Helena had met during her travels had generally been pretty smart, but she supposed all races had their dumb and slutty members. Why were they all here in the middle of this village though? Maybe she should investigate…

Thunk

The sound of a wooden tankard slamming down on her table interrupted her pondering, and with a start she turned to find her green skinned waitress pushing a very full looking mug of ale towards her, grinning all the while. “Here you go babe, one house special, on the, uh… house.”

“Oh! Thank you!” The adventurer smiled and accepted, grabbing the tankard by the handle. The ale within swirled as she peeked into it, little green flecks of light floating in its depths. “How strong is it?”

“Hm… Well, I think it’d knock the socks off any rookie adventurer who tried it, that’s for sure~” The wench giggled.

“Ha!” Well that was fine – she was no rookie, after all. “Cheers, then!” And she raised the mug to her lips, and took a big gulp.

The taste was shockingly, deliciously sweet, and a short sound of gurgled delight passed through her lips as she took another deep gulp, steadily beginning to chug the ale down. A warm toasty feeling quickly followed the drink down her throat and into her belly, chasing off the last remaining chill from outside, and a heady fog crept up into her head through the roof of her mouth.

“Mmm…” Helena sighed happily as she paused for breath. “Thish is, like… Really goodsh!”

She didn’t notice that her lips had turned green as she wrapped them around the lip of the tankard once more.

Nor did she notice as the world started to grow bigger around her, too busy staring into her drink. The table which she had comfortably sat at was slowly creeping upwards, the chair she’d parked herself in steadily growing taller and wider than she was as her legs lost contact with the ground and began hanging freely in the air. Over the course of a few gulps, she’d lost three feet, over half her height, and she’d lose another before her next pause.

The looseness in her leather armour might have alerted her, perhaps, if she could have torn her thoughts away from the delicious taste flooding her senses – but then it got snagged, growing taunt and tight as her chest began to expand, all the mass she was losing from her build apparently pouring into her breasts. Before long her tunic was both dangling off her, as loose as could be, and also strained almost to breaking point from the massive mammaries that had inflated inside it. Her pants were in a similar position – splitting along the seams where her ass had filled them, and hanging empty below the knees.

And then even that slight distraction ceased to bother her, as her clothes too were caught up in the magic enchanting her form. Her tunic shimmered and shrank down to a proper size for a shortstacked girl like herself, shifting from the padded armour of a warrior into the soft fabric of a bar wench’s dress, leaving plenty of room for her growing bust to fill. Her pants followed suit not a moment later, practically ripping apart to become one of the short skirts that she had been so uninterested in earlier…

By now, the toasty heat in her belly had moved even lower, and turned into another kind of heat entirely. She found herself squirming in her chair, rubbing her legs together as her lower lips began to grow damp – only avoiding soaking her panties through by virtue of the fact that the transformation of her clothes had already removed those entirely. But it was fine – she was still taking in more fluids than she was losing as she continued to drink!

Even the quickening spread of green through her skin didn’t put a stop to her fun. Seeping out from her lips, and from her chest where a few droplets of ale had splashed, the cream-coloured adventurer was swiftly turning as green as an emerald meadow – or, indeed, as green as a goblin, much like the one that was eagerly watching her transformation.

Finally, though, the tankard ran empty, and she set it back down on the table, letting out a belch and then a small, drunk hiccup. Thoroughly goblinized, she swayed in her seat, legs spread, slit dripping, her boobs jiggling happily under her top. Had something…. Had something funny happened?

She tried to think, her green brow wrinkling with the strain, but by now the enchanted ale had started on the final part of her tankard-trembling transformation – melting that inquisitive adventurer’s brain of hers down to bar wench branded mush. It felt most peculiar – sort of like popping candy, but inside her skull instead of in her mouth, followed by the bubbly rush of an Alka-Seltzer as her intelligence liquidated, flowing out of her head and down, down, down, until-

“Ohhhhh~” She moaned, plump green lips folding into a pleased smile as she came right there in her chair, leaving what had once been her brains in a small puddle on the floor – her ears growing up and sharpening into points as her change finalized. Now there was just one more goblin wench in a tavern full of them…

One who got a sharp smack on the ass to knock her out of her chair a moment later!

“Oi!” Barked the very amused goblin who had handed her the tankard. “Back to work, bitch! You can sit around when your shift is over!”

“Yes Ma’am!” The former adventurer saluted without hesitation, smiling like an idiot. Quickly, she grabbed her now empty tankard from the table – having to reach up on her tip-toes in order to reach – and strutted away, her hips swaying left and right to a firm rhythm beneath her short, short skirt…

… Only to pause as the head wench called out to her. “Hey, wait, newbie – what’s your name?”

“My name?” The goblin paused, and then concentrated, raking her bean-sized brain. This should be an easy question, right? Her name was… Her name was… Oh yeah! “My name is H- H- Hic!” She hiccupped, a few last bubbles drifting out of her mouth and bursting in the tavern air – the last memories of her former life popping away with them. “Uh. Dunno, boss!”

“Huh. Guess you’re just Bitch now then, huh?” The head wench grinned evilly, laughing as her new server nodded happily and returned to her duty…

… And Helena the adventurer was never heard from again. Bitch the bar wench proved to be quite popular, though, serving customers in the tavern from dawn until dusk – and then serving them in the bedrooms from dusk until dawn. It was a good thing goblins didn’t need much sleep! Because that was all she was now – a goblin, forever more.

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Pyrrha is in the forest brooding and killing Grimm in frustration over not being able to confess to Jaune. Preoccupied the Invincible Girl doesn't notice a cute Grimm brain slug fall from a tree and land on her head and begin to drain her brain. Continuing to walk Pyrrha's thoughts become lighter, happier, pinker as her body bimbofies and clothes burst... till her pretty crimson head is empty and her passenger is sated and jump off. Mindless and bimbofied, Pyrrha smile and stand still for a moment... before going to find Jaune.

Pyrrha Nikos was annoyed. No, scratch that, she was outright pissed off. Not, unfortunately, at any outside source like Caradin or the like, but at herself – at her weakness, at her inability to do such an incredibly simple task. How hard could it be to just walk up to her partner and say… And say…

Bah! See, this was why she was so irritated. Even in her head she just couldn’t make the words come. It should be easy to explain her feelings, but something stopped her every time. The frustration she felt with herself was growing bigger day by day…

Which, in turn, made her turn to the nearest, easiest, most useful punching bag she had available – grimm. The foul denizens that stalked through the wilderness preying on mankind. They made for an excellent vent for her emotional woes – especially the ones out in the Emerald Forest! The area was pretty regularly patrolled by hunters like herself, which kept the numbers down, but some always managed to sneak in. Putting them down was a good deed, and let her stab things. Win-win!

So that was why she was out here among the trees, alone, scything through the local grimm population without thought or heed, paying far more attention to her internal strife than she was to the world around her. Which was fine, wasn’t it? She was the Invincible Girl, after all – a title she’d more than earned by being an unstoppable goddess of combat. A few run of the mill grimm weren’t going to cause her an issue, even if her mind was elsewhere.

Though, perhaps a grimm that wasn’t quite so run of the mill might. A newly evolved grimm, unseen and unknown by hunters, that may have developed unusual powers that the world wasn’t ready for. A new, untested breed that had quietly arrived in the Emerald Forest, and even now was creeping about the upper branches of the tree over the huntress’s head…

Blop

“Hm?” Pyrrha blinked, looking around, her grass-green eyes glaring out into the gloom. Had she just heard something? No… Must have been the wind.

She turned back to her hunt – or rather, back to her own frustrations, spending far more of her time dealing with her own recriminations and conflicted feelings than she was paying attention to her surroundings. But as she did, she missed that something had indeed changed.

Balanced on her head, nestled just above her flowing red ponytail and over her golden circlet, was a small dark blob no bigger than an apple, with a single round white mask on one side just large enough to house a glowing red eye. A grimm. And kind of a cute one at that! But that cuteness hid an insidious power – a power that the Invincible Girl was about to experience first-hand.

Not that she noticed. Her distraction had already allowed the grimm to get close, and now it kept her from noticing as it latched on to her head and began to work. Instead, her only concern was that she had apparently wiped out all of the grimm in this area (or almost all), and that she’d have to go find some more if she wanted to continue her ‘stress relief’.

With a huff, she started walking, footsteps echoing through the empty forest around her, joined only by the occasional quiet suck suck sound that Pyrrha failed to hear. She was far more focused on her real problems, after all.

‘Okay Pyrrha,’ she thought to herself, unaware of the slight haze creeping into her brain. ‘Let’s think this through. Just imagine a scenario where you walk up to Jaune and tell him how you feel. Maybe with a little practice, you’ll actually be able to do it for real!’

Just the idea of that was enough to make the champion huntress blush, but she took a breath and steeled herself. She had to at least try. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to visualise a good place for the meeting. Perhaps the courtyard at Beacon? Yes, that seemed suitably romant- roma- ah, nice, for a location. She could see it now – a warm summer’s day, out near the big statue of the great heroes T-

Suck

Pyrrha’s eyelids fluttered for a moment. Wh- what had she just been thinking? Oh yes, she’d been imagining she was out with Jaune out near that big statue in the Beacon courtyard. Who had that statue been depicting, again? Uh… No, never mind, it didn’t matter. She had to focus on the important things – on Jaune!

R-right, Jaune… Yes, she could imagine him there too. He really was quite handsome, wasn’t he? Just picturing him brought a smile to her lips – a giggle, even! Rather uncharacteristic of her, but it felt pretty nice, so why not. It also brought a certain tightness to her chest, but that was just love, she supposed…

… Though it might have actually been the by-product of the grimm feeding off of her, a certain energy flowing back into her body and enhancing certain assets. Her chest was hardly small, but with this little boost it was growing out a nice couple of cup sizes, while her behind was developing a nice new layer of thickness, her confident stride slightly altering to accommodate her added mass. It wasn’t much, but the champion was left noticeably curvier than she had been a minute ago.

Still, she didn’t notice – she was still caught up in her little fantasy. Let’s see, so she’d tell Jaune to meet her in the court yard, and when he arrived she’d take up his hands in hers, and say-

Suck suck

“Like, hey stud, wanna go steady?”

Hm. Pyrrha pursed her lips. Something about that didn’t sound right, but… Like, what else would she say? That was totally the best way of telling that handsome blonde noodle her feelings! It was, y’know, like, a super normal thing to say, so why did she feel it was so weird?

She tried to think about what was bothering her, but her normally quick mind had grown rather thick and slow while she was distracted - her sharp intelligence draining away into the greedy grimm stuck on her head, replaced with little more than happy clouds and pink fuzz – and she quickly gave up. Instead she just resumed her hunt through the forest… Although by now, it had become more of a strut, her hips wiggling with every step as they continued to plump up.

It was her chest where she was really starting to show results though. The excess energy produced by the draining of her brains had really soaked in there, and the swelling of her tits was the most obvious fruit of the grimm’s labour. By now they were starting to strain visibly against her chest piece, the leather armour pushed out as far as it could go, boobflesh practically pouring out of the cleavage gap around her neck. But despite the uncomfortable sensation, Pyrrha remained far too lost in her slowly simplifying head to realise what was happening.

What she did notice, though, was a lack of grimm. Finally emerging from her fantasy, the crimson haired champion looked around, annoyed and confused. With a very jiggly stomp on the ground, she folded her arms beneath her bulging bodice and pouted. “Hey, like, what gives? Where are all the grimm?” She whined. “How am I supposed’ta vent my frustrations and stuff when all the monsters are already dead? Ugh…”

Unsurprisingly, this complaint failed to get any grimm to emerge out of the shadows, and her shoulders slumped. “Well fine then. Guess I’ll go back to the dorm and, like, try to find something else to do.” She tapped a finger against her cheek, brow wrinkling as she engaged in serious thought. “Oh! Duh! Maybe I can fuck Jaune, that’d be fun!”

… There was a certain something to be said for how not overthinking things could simplify a few problems. And if that was the case, then Pyrrha was about to become a world-class problem-solving genius. For as she turned around and began her catwalk strut back home, the grimm on her head – now quite a bit fatter than it had been when it first landed on her – was getting ready to finish up. Indeed, just as she was about to start another fantasy – this one considerably lewder than the last – it was preparing itself for one last suck…

‘Mmm,’ Pyrrha giggled to herself as she began to daydream. ‘I wonder, like, how big Jaune’s dick is. I bet I’ll get his pants off and he’ll be sssuuuuuper big~ MMm, I can’t wait to get that big man meat inside me and, like…’

S U C K

‘… Pump his fat dick an’… Wrap my fat tittes around it… Jack it off, like, all over my face… S-suck him dry…  Fuck my… Fuck… suck… Fuuuuuuuccccckkkk…’ The champion’s eyes rolled up in her head, fluttering as the last of her miniaturized mind was slurped right out of her brain. Her strut stumbled to a stop, and for a moment she was just left standing there, swaying alone in the middle of an empty forest.

Then there was a loud Snap, and her bodice ripped apart, torn straight in two by the incredible pressure pushing out from inside it, her chest finally so large that it could no longer be contained, her bountiful boobs bouncing in the aftermath. Her skirt didn’t last much longer, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air as it split down the side, her ass finally more than it could take. The shredding remnants of her clothes fell to the earth with a firm thud each, leaving the once upon a time champion naked from the boots up – not that she seemed to mind. She’d need a mind to do that.

Instead she just stood there, arms hanging limp at her sides, staring blankly at nothing, jaw hanging slack and drool starting to trail down onto her tits. She didn’t react to anything, not even as the brain drain grimm, now finally satisfied after a good meal, detached from her head. It bounced off of her tits on the way down, landed on the ground safely, and then scuttled off into the shadows – taking whatever was left of Pyrrha Nikos’s mind with it. And as for her body…

Slowly, a wide, stupid smile slid over the redhead’s lips. Her hands began to move, exploring her wonderfully expanded and delightfully sensitive body – paying extra attention to this lovely drippy part between her legs. She could tell, even in her simple, stupid way, that this body was made to have fun. And there was one last image in her head that had survived the drain. One last thing she was very sure would help her have all the fun she desired.

Shambling a little, the mindless moron who had once been the greatest champion in all of Beacon began to strut her way towards the dorms once more – looking for that cute little noodly blonde she could still see in her mind’s eye. She was sure that once she’d found him she’d be able to make her feelings clear…~

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Any F/GO character succumbing to hypnosis of some sort, insisting that they won’t fall as their iq drains but knowing if they cum the deal is sealed... and then cumming their brains awayMusashi Miyamoto was a woman of talent and mystery - that was how she liked to keep it. There was probably none finer with a blade, at least not while still keeping firm grip on their humanity - and also, well, not to put too fine a point on it... There probably wasn't anyone as skilled at getting in over their heads as her, either. She had an amazing gift for putting just enough thought into her actions to scrape her head against intelligence requirement for a functional member of society, only to then fall incredibly short.Which was why she was currently stuck in her latest predicament - captured and trapped in a metal box just big enough to contain her, with her arms firmly clamped in the same restraint that locked her neck in place, unable to move. And rather lacking in her fine clothing as well, which was what really irked her."Sorry for the extreme measures, Miss Miyamoto," came an all-too smug voice from a speaker at the top of her box/containment cell. "But we can't risk someone like you damaging our resort, so I'm afraid you'll have to put up with it. You have a rather troubling reputation, you know.""If you think you can hold me like this forever, you have another thing coming!" The pink haired swordsmaster yelled, still struggling with her restraints. There had to be a way out of this, there always was. Fae were tricky, yes, but they always left you with some chance of winning..."Hold you forever? Oh perish the thought!" The voice exclaimed with mock surprise. "No, no, this is just a temporary holding cell until we're sure that you're more suitable to let out among the guests."As she said this, the roof of her cell/box lit up, a green spiral being projected onto the flat surface from... somewhere. Musashi frowned."A spiral?" She snorted. "Are you trying to hypnotize me? Geeze, you know, whatever the rumors say about me I'm not that weak minded. This is kind of insulting.""Of course you're not," the voice condescendingly soothed her. "Which is why it's not just a spiral!"The servant blinked. "What do you-Hoh!"Between her legs, something firm and delightfully shaped had just thrust itself into her, drawing a startled gasp of pleasure from her lungs."I see you've noticed the other part of this little device. Simply put, Miss Miyamoto, you're far too dangerous for us to risk a proper sl*t machine on you - so instead we're just giving you the stripped down version." A giggle crackled through the speakers."You- I- Oh!" Musashi was a rather eager flirt - but despite that, she wasn't exactly an experienced lover. She was too fast too run and too picky to stay for that. So despite her lascivious nature, she quickly found herself being driven to distraction by the rod rhythmically thrusting into her, somehow knowing exactly how to hit her most sensitive spots. "What is this?!" She finally managed to cry, looking up at the speaker - only to find her eyes locking onto the spiral instead."We're going to fuck your brains out!" Was the entirely too amused reply. "We'll turn you into exactly the kind of stupid whore our resorts are known for!""You- wha?" Musashi wet her lips desperately, trying to hold herself together. But the longer she stared at the spiral, the harder it was getting to think - and every time she attempted to shake the haze off, another thrust would demolish her concentration."We're going to make you dumb," the voice spelled out in short, simple words. "And then let people fuck you for money~""N-noooo... You... You can't..." Spirals were starting to develop in the swordswoman's eyes now, a hint of saliva starting to trickle down from the edge of her lip. "Tha's... 'gainst d'rules...""Oho, you know about that, do you? Well, that's true. So here's your little escape clause - if you can get through this whole thing, let our nice Sl*t box pound your brains down to nothing, without cumming at all... We'll give you your brains back and kick you out of the nearest portal instead. How does that sound?""H-huh?" The spirals were getting bigger, spinning out of her pupils and starting to reach the edges of her eyes.There was a laugh over the speaker. "I wouldn't worry about it, babe. It's not going to matter soon~"Fortunately for the servant, despite her outward appearance, Musashi had managed to understand the hidden woman's meaning just fine. So, all she had to do was hold out and not cum, huh? That should be easy enough! She was a master of controlling her emotions and turning herself into nothing, surely she could-Thrust!Hoh boy!The rhythm was speeding up, as was the spiral. Musashi could feel it boring into her brain, steadily and relentlessly unspooling the stronghold of her mind. Her thoughts were becoming more and more tangled by the second - the longer she stared, the harder and, uh, harderer it was to, like, um... think. Which was bad, 'cus she'd never been all that smart...... No! No, she couldn't, like, think like that! She had to stay strong! She had to, like-

Thrust!Ooh! Mmn, that felt, like, really really good. Almost, like, made her cum, heehee~... Wait, wasn't that, y'know, um, bad? The pink haired girl tried to remember. There was something really important she had to do, and that was, uh... stare into the spiral, and let it turn all her thoughts into giggly silly mush~Nuh, wait, that didn' sound...Thrust!Ngh! Oh! Oh, she nearly came! She was so close! Just a little more and- Ah, no. She couldn't! She wouldn't! She had to stay strong. She had to 'member who she was! She was, like, Miyasushi Miyashi- No, wait, Miyamono Musashi! She'd never-THRUST!OH GOD CUMMING!!!With a happy, helpless scream of joy, the floodgates between Musashi's legs burst open, her delighted climax flooding out and dripping down her bare legs, carrying the last of her brains with it. By now, the servant's eyes were completely filled with spirals, and her gritted teeth had converted into a wide, brainless, drooly smile as she giggled mindlessly, utterly conquered by the simple machine."That's a good girl," a sorta familiar voice spoke up from... somewhere? The brainless slut wasn't sure where, 'cus she couldn't see her, or anything else but the spiral now. "Nice and mindless for me. You just stay there and enjoy yourself until someone comes to get you out. Hey, HR? We've got another box slut! Her brains just dripped out over the floor, if you hurry over you can probably set her up as a fresh catch for the customers who are into that sort of thing-"The voice continued on, but the bimbo in the box didn't care. Talk like that was way too complex for an idiot like her. She was happy just staring into the spiral and letting it empty her out completely - and making her moan as the rod kept thrusting into her.If she could still think, she might have been kind of pleased that her mind had reached zero like this - but probably not. Still, she couldn't, and she wouldn't, not ever again, so why worry about that? Musashi Miyamoto the genius swordsmaster was gone - but Mia the happy bimbo resort whore was here to stay~