When Sophie heard footsteps in the corridor, she panicked and hid behind the thick curtain, hoping desperately that her silhouette wouldn't be too obvious in the evening light. Amazingly, it seemed to have worked.
Her quarry entered, leading a beautiful young party guest by the hand. He sat the giggling girl in a chair and assured her that this - whatever it was - would only take a moment and that no one would notice they had gone. Then he turned on the TV.
Peeking out as much as she dared, Sophie watched in growing horror as the other woman's expression slowly went blank. On the screen, colours danced and swirled in time with the rhythmic, pulsing hum coming from the speakers.
This was how he was doing it, she realised. She had thought she was investigating a story of bribery or blackmail but that wasn't it. His power and influence came from brainwashing people. All he had to do was somehow get them to watch the pattern and... and...
Watch the pattern. Sophie struggled to keep her train of thought as her eyes were inexorably drawn back to the flickering, twisting mass of light. Watch the pattern. Hear the commands.
Once they watched the pattern... Watch the pattern... Once they did that, he could simply command them and... Hear the commands... They would... Obey. They would obey. Obey.
Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey.
Sophie let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. The fear and anger drained from her face and she slumped against the window behind her, one eye locked on the pattern.
Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey.
A few moments later, when her Master gently pulled back the curtain and instructed her to take a seat, she obeyed.
Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey. Obey. Obey.
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Levi was freaking out. He was working his part time job cleaning the Biotechnology building and he smelled like disinfectant. That wouldn't normally be a problem, but he had his history class immediately afterwards and the fates or the gods or some other supernatural entity with a cruel sense of humor had made caused Professor Paulson to assign Eric to a small group project with what had to be the two hottest women on campus.
Deja Hansen was of Indian and Swedish parentage, with cinnamon skin and glossy black hair and a figure that defied explanation. Rhiannon Burns was an Australian attending school in the U.S. to play soccer, her long auburn hair in a constant ponytail, her long toned legs on constant display.
And Monday, when they sat down to discuss their group project, both women had immediately started wrinkling their perfect noses. They scooted as far back from Levi as they could and still communicate. They cut off the brainstorm session as soon as they could. Levi couldn't believe what he thought was good luck turned out to be the worst luck.
So he had planned for today. He came in early. He did the disinfectant work first and trash collection last and he would have just enough time to bike to his dorm, get a quick shower and change of clothes, then get to class.
And then Dr. Brainerd found him and accused him of ignoring the note he ledt telling him about a Candida outbreak in his incubator. Levi could have sworn there was no such note when he started work, but he'd been forced to clean and sterilize the the incubator and now he smelled like disinfectant AND fungus with 15 minutes until class. Fuck!
He rushed tobthe men's room to see what he could do. He washed his hands and face and cursed himself for not at least stuffing a clean shirt and some body spray in his backpack.
And then he remembered the cologne bottle. He had found it in one of the lab trash cans, one of the ones for paper towels and such, not biohazards. Still, it had annoyed him. There was glass recycling just outside the building! He had pocketed it, planning to recycle it on the way out.
He pulled it out. The bottle was unlabeled. He hesitantly sniffed it. It actually smelled good! Better than disinfectant and fungus, at least! What did he have to loose? He spritzed his neck and wrists and armpits and did a quick spritz down the front of his pants for good measure. He'd probably smell like an 8th grade dance party, but it was bound to be better than when he started.
He rushed to his bike and booked it across campus in record time, oblivious to the chemical reaction going on as his sweat mixed with the mysterious cologne and residual disinfectant. He was only vaguely aware that he smelled better than he thought he would.
Professor Paulson gave a quick reminder of the parameters of the group projects then had them break into their groups of three. Deja and Rhiannon reluctantly pulled their chairs towards Levi, though keeping as far back as they reasonably could and still be considered sitting in a group. Deja had taken the lead during their first meeting and naturally took to it again, laying out how she thought the project on the cultural impacts of the industrial revolution should go.
But she started to seem distracted after a sminute or so, misspeaking, forgetting words and, to Levi's horror, wrinkling her nose. He had really hoped the cologne had worked!
And then Rhiannon scooted her chair closer to him. Levi had been focused on Deja but now he saw that the Australian woman was smiling at him. Confused, he smiled back.
"Good idea!" Deja said and scooted in even closer.
"You smell really good today!" Rhiannon said.
"Doesn't he though? " Deja agreed, bending forward and sniffing deeply, then leaning back in her
Before Levi could think of a response to that, Rhiannon put her nose right against his neck and sniffed.
"Oh wow!" She exclaimed and sat back, stroking her inner thigh and giggling.
"I've been talking to much," said Deja, scooting her chair even closer and leaning forward to place a hand on his knee. "What do you think we should do, Levi? I bet you have really good ideas!"
"Mmhmm!" Rhiannon agreed, scooting in to claim his other knee. "You should tell us what to do, Levi. I know I'd do just about anything you wanted me to do."
Deja giggled and agreed. Leaning forward like that Levi couldn't help but notice her tits. He tried not to stare but a glance was impossible to resist. How could this possibly be happening? These two gorgeous women were flirting with him shamelessly in the middle of class. The way they kept sniffing him made him think it must be the cologne, but how was that even possible?
"Do you like my boobs, Levi?" Deja asked. "I noticed you noticing! "
"Oh, uh, sorry!" He said, blushing furiously.
"You don't have to be sorry!" She said. "I want you to like them! I can take my top off if you want. Should I?"
"I... uh..." Levi exclaimed, looking frantically around the classroom.
"Levi likes my legs," Rhiannon interrupted, grabbing his hand and placing it on her bare thigh just below her white shorts. "Don’t you, Levi!"
Half his blood was in his face and the other half was in his cock. How was he still alive?
"How is your project going?"
Levi looked up to see Professor Paulson was standing at his shoulder, the 40-something historian looking down in disapproval. Levi knew he should remove his hand from the Australian soccer player's thigh but his hand refused to budge.
"It’s going super, Professor Paulson! " Deja said. "Levi is a natural leader with lots of great ideas! We're just going to do what he tells us to do and everything will work out great!"
"That doesn't..." the Professor said, then sniffed. "What is that smell?"
"It's Levi, Professor!" Rhiannon explained. "Doesn't he smell incredible?"
The older woman bent down and sniffed deeply.
"Incredible..." she agreed. "Just incredible..."
"Uh... thank you, Professor..." Levi said.
"You can call me Ina," the professor said. "Did you know you're my favorite student?"
"Of course he is!" Deja said. "How could anyone not just adore Levi!"
Professor Paulson... Ina?... giggled and started stroking his hair.
It was at that moment that Levi became certain that the mystery cologne was some sort of love potion leaving women who smelled it on him euphoric and helplessly infatuated with him.
That left him questioning what he should do in this situation.
Levi looked at his two gorgeous classmates and not unattractive professor, all three smiling at him adoringly and overwhelmed with a desire to do anything he asked them to do. He knew he really shouldn't take advantage of this situation.
He also knew he wasn't possibly going to talk himself out of it. And the rest of the class was starting to stare. He needed to explore just what they were willing to do somewhere with less of an audience.
"Hey, um, Ina, since I'm your favorite student, can I ask you a favor? " he asked the professor.
Ina Paulson blushed and tittered.
"Of course, Levi!" The historian exclaimed. "What can I do for you? You only have to ask!"
"That's really nice of you, Ina!" He said and crooked a finger for her to lean in closer.
She gladly did so, sniffing deeply again. Bent over like that Levi had a clear view down her blouse. Prof was racked!
"It's kind of loud in here with all the groups," Levi pointed out. "Could our group meet in your office for the rest of the class period? Please?"
"Oh! Oh, well, of course!" She exclaimed. "Let's go!"
"No, Ina, you would stay here and finish class," Levi said. "You just give me the keys to your office. You trust me, right?"
"Of course trust you, Levi! " she declared, inhaling deeply of his scent again. "I just want to be close to you!"
"How about this, Ina," he said, putting a hand on her arm and squeezing reassurance. "The girls and I will work on our project in your office until class is over, then I'll wait for you there and you can give me some private tutoring. I'd be ever so grateful, Ina! I imagine a mature woman like you could teach me all kinds of things, couldn't you!"
His professor started hyperventilating she was inhaling so deeply.
"Teach you.... teach you so much..." she agreed.
"Give me your keys, Ina," he commanded.
"Yes... keys... happy to..." she agreed and staggered back to her desk in the front of the classroom, Levi keeping his encouraging hand on her arm, Deja and Rhiannon following close enough to smell him.
The professor handed over her keys and, with one more assurance that he'd wait there for her after class, she sent the work group off to her office.
In the hallway, Deja stood on his right and Rhiannon stood on his left and both girls lay their heads on his shoulder and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around their waists.
"You're so clever finding us a private place to... work, Levi," Deja praised.
"Yeah..." Rhiannon agreed, pausing to nuzzle his neck. "Now we can be really loud. If we need to be. And we might."
Levi figured it was safe to slide his hands from their hips to their asses. He was reassured when they both giggled then sniffed.
He briefly wondered how long it might take Professor Paulson to recover from smelling him and if she was going to kill him afterwards. But the feminine flank flesh in his hands assured him it would be worth it, no matter what happened afterwards.
Once in their professor's office, the enamored women waisted no time in showing just how willing they were to express their new found adoration. Rhiannon immediately kissed him, her tongue tangling with his as she pressed her athletic body against his.
Deja said "I believe you were interested in seeing my tits, Levi!"
He broke off his kiss to see the dark haired woman had stripped to the waist.
"OH my god!" Levi exclaimed, "Those are incredible!"
"I'm so glad you like tgem, Levi! " she exclaimed. "They're alk yours! All of me is all yours!"
She started dancing seductively, showing off her body, pledging it to him.
"I've got tits too, you know, Levi," the Australian soccer player reminded him. "Though some blokes tell me my mouth is me best feature.
Levi tore his eyes away from Deja to see Rhiannon was also topless and on her knees.
"Oh wow!" Levi exclaimed.
"Of course, you can come wherever you like," she assured him, jiggling a tit. "I just want you to know how much I appreciate your attention!"
"I'll do anything for your attention too, Levi!" Deja reminded him. "Anything and everything!"
She slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them along with her panties, down around her ankles.
"Oh, you can pound my pussy too, Levi!" Rhiannon assured him, rushing to remove her shorts. "And I never took it up the bum before, but I would for you!"
"Oh yes! My ass is yours!" Deja assured him, wiggling her curvy posterior temptingly.
Levi's head was spinning. Was it possible to have too much of a good thing? As much as he had fantasized about having two women at once, the logistics were breaking his brain!
"I... I.., " he stammered.
The two naked women looked hopefully at him, then at each other, communicating wordlessly. Deja shrugged and the two of them approached him in synchrony.
"We don't want you to feel conflicted, Levi," she told him.
"We just want you to feel good!" Rhiannon agreed. "As good as you make us feel!"
They both leaned in and sniffed deeply, then sighed blissfully.
"You don't have to choose between us," Deja assured him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt.
"We're happy to share you," Rhiannon said, undoing his pants.
And then he was naked too and the two gorgeous women were kneeling in front of him, licking at his throbbing cock as he leaned back against his professor's desk.
Levi stared down in delirium as they fellated him in tandem. They seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was! He remembered he had spritzed his crotch with the mysterious cologne. What would actually ingesting it do to the young women?
After a few minutes, Rhiannon stopped licking his junk.
"Crikey, this if great! But I really think we should fuck him, don't you Deja?" She proposed.
"Oh god, yes!" Deja agreed. "Lie down, Levi! Rhiannon can ride your incredible cock while I sit on your face!"
Levi found himself caught in a whirlwind of lust, unable to resist. Was the cologne affecting him too? Whether it was or not, he soon found Rhiannon's hot wet cooze was throttling his dick while Deja's glorious gash was smearing his face with her hot juices.
They all came at once.
The professor found them in a panting, naked pile on her office floor.
“Oh thank God you're still here! I couldn't wait any longer so I ended class early!” Ina exclaimed and started undressing, not batting an eye at the the naked and thoroughly fucked condition of the students in her office.
Levi had meant to reapply the cologne before she got there, in case the effect was wearing off, but it quite obviously wasn't.
“Wow, Professor! I had no idea you were so racked!” He exclaimed.
Ina giggled and leaned forward to show off her jugs.
“You like these?” The besotted academic asked. “Cuz they're yours! All of me is yours! You don't mind sharing him, do you girls?”
“Of course not, Prof!” Said Rhiannon sitting on the professor's desk dripping spooge from her snatch.
“He's too much man for just one of us!” Deja agreed from where she sprawled in the corner, toying with her left nipple.
“Oh good!” Ina said, freeing her full jugs from the bra that had bound them. “I wouldn't want you two to resent me having the biggest titties in Levi's harem!”
“Oh wow!” Levi exclaimed, mostly at her tits but partly at her acknowledgement that he did, in fact, have a harem, at least until the stuff wore off. At that point, he figured he'd probably be going to prison, but that was future Levi's problem! Right now, he was going to feel up his racked professor.
As he groped her glorious globes, she leaned in and sniffed his neck, then sighed.
“You still smell really nice!” She exclaimed. “It's not enough to make me your horny love slave anymore, but it's still yummy!”
Levi froze mid-fondle.
“Wait,” he said. “You knew about that?”
Ina giggled.
“Of course, Silly!” She said, grabbing his hands to encourage him to keep squeezing her big tits. “I've been teaching for nearly two decades and never started wetting my panties over a student before today. After that one deep sniff, I knew I'd do anything for you, things I never did for my ex despite all his begging. I'm not an idiot. I knew that didn't just happen, especially when the same thing was obviously happening to the girls. You two knew what was happening, right?”
“Oh sure!* Rhiannon said. “Hell, I'm a lesbian!”
“And I don't care for white boys!” Deja chimed in. “It had to be some kind of mind control! But feels so fucking good!”
“I Know, right?” Rhiannon Agreed. “Rationally, I know I should be fitting it, should be totally pissed at the violation of my free will and all, but I just can’t seem to care! I'm happier than I could ever imagine and I hope it never wears off!”
“Amen, Sister! “ Deja agreed.
“I… I had No idea you were a lesbian,” Levi said, feeling a flash of guilt and then realizing how foolish it was in light of all the other things he should be feeling guilty about. “You and Deja should make out.”
“Oh hell yeah!” Rhiannon exclaimed.
“Great idea, Levi!” Deja said. “Tell me I'm bi!”
“You're bisexual, Deja!” He grinned. “You really love eating pussy and you and Rhiannon are as attracted to each other as you are to me!”
“Mmm!” Rhiannon said, hopping off the desk and stalking Deja. “Why would I ever resist ?”
“You may need to make me bisexual too, eventually,” the professor said, bringing his attention back to her so he noticed she had removed her glasses. “But for right now, I believe I promised to teach you something. And since you seem to really enjoy the twins, I wonder if you've ever been given a titty fuck.
“N…no ma'am,” he confessed.
“Ina,” she reminded.
“No, Ina,” he said. “But I'd really like one!”
“And I'd really like to give you one!” She exclaimed. “First step is to lube up the jugs! There are better options, but slobber is the most fun to apply.”
“Slobber?” He asked.
She giggled, grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her cleavage. Levi now understood the assignment and proceeded with the necessary num-nums as his professor praised his work and enthusiasm.
He probably would have continued with his face between her tits until he passed out from lack of oxygen, but Ina pulled him out and said “Time To lube the star Of the show.”
She sank to her knees and cleared her throat. His eyes were locked on his kneeling teacher despite the distracting muffled moans behind him. His cock was fully erect again from the face plant.
Ina’s eyes twinkled with mischievous delight as she opened wide and deep throated his cock without hesitation or preamble. Of all the things he hadn’t seen coming, he hadn't seen that the most. The professor recognized she had dumbfounded him and seemed inordinately proud of the fact, then bobbed her head along his shaft for a few mind-blowing cycles. Had he not already done so with the girls several times, he probably would have shot his wad right then. Happily, he held off and Ina removed him from her mouth, glistening with her saliva, and set it, tip up between her tits, still glistening with his.
“There’s other positions we can do this in,” she explained, as she took her glorious globes in her hands. “But acting submissive to you on my knees like this is just really turning me on. I hope that's alright.”
Levi gave incoherent approval and his professor proceed to ruab her tits along his cock, praising his junk, promising to be his devoted fuck toy for ever and ever, and then begging him to cum all over her until he did.
Rhiannon and Deja then crawled over to lick her clean without Levi even telling them they should.
It never did wear off. His harem knew it was strange and unnatural but they didn't care. He had told them that it was unintentional and they believed him, because they believed everything he told them, but they also made it clear they wouldn't have cared if he had done it to them on purpose.
In fact, one they learned he still had some of the cologne left, they encouraged him to expand his harem. Really, he'd be doing them a favor!
Deja’s mother was the first they talked him into recruiting. Rani had gone on a rampage when she learned her daughter was fucking Levi. She just didn't understand… until she did.
And once he had given in to making Deja's family l5ife less contentious, it had been hard to argue with Ina about bringing her daughter Tegan into the club. The 22 year old was never going to accept her mother dating a man younger than herself otherwise and beside, Ina pointed out, it solved another potential problem. If anyone at the university asked why her student was so close to her and spending so much time at her home, well, it was because he was dating her daughter, of course!
Everything totally above board!
Levi really did have to draw the line on seducing the entire women's soccer team for Rhiannon, no matter how cool an idea she thought it was. She had to be satisfied with just her coach, Jane.
Where the cologne came from, they were never sure. One of the chemistry professors in the building where he found it was arrested for drugging his lab assistant, but she eagerly testified against him. Levi couldn't imagine any of his harem doing that.
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Nothing made sense anymore.
The thought drifted through Fiona's mind as she stared into the tiny compact mirror resting in her palm.
For a moment, she didn't recognize the woman looking back. Crimson lips. Long curled lashes. Wide, shining eyes framed by immaculate makeup. She looked like a doll. Or a woman of dubious profession.
The face wasn't unfamiliar exactly. It was hers. Yet it somehow felt wrong. As though she were looking at a carefully crafted imitation.
Fiona frowned.
The expression lasted less than a second.
A sharp discomfort immediately followed.
Her gaze locked onto her lipstick. The color seemed slightly faded. The realization became unbearable.
Without conscious thought, her hand reached into her purse. The familiar red tube slipped into her fingers. Relief washed over her before she had even uncapped it.
"There we go," she murmured softly. The lipstick glided across her lips. Back and forth.
Perfect.
The discomfort vanished instantly. A pleasant warmth spread through her chest. Fiona smiled. Then giggled.
The sound startled her.
For a brief moment she couldn't remember why. The giggle sounded airy. Not at all like the composed professional she remembered herself being. Or thought she remembered herself being. The distinction suddenly seemed important.
Then it slipped away.
Her eyes returned to the mirror.
Everything looked right again. A small pulse of satisfaction fluttered through her. Fiona blinked slowly.
What had she been thinking about?
Something that had seemed important a moment ago.
She could feel the shape of the thought lingering just beyond reach. The more she yearned for it, the more distant it became.
Her attention shifted to her reflection.
Another touch of lipstick might help. A little more mascara too. The thought felt wonderfully reasonable.
She smiled brightly.
Now she looked exactly the way she was supposed to look.
The comforting certainty settled over her mind.
For several seconds she simply admired her reflection.
Then she giggled once more.
She had remembered that she was meeting someone today. Someone who always smiled when she looked her best. The realization filled her with a warm anticipation. Fiona snapped the compact shut and rose from her chair.
Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. A small smile tugged at her lips with every step.
She glanced around the empty waiting room.
It seemed like an ordinary office lobby, save for its immaculate condition. The polished floors and white leather furniture were so pristine that she wondered if they had ever been used.
Fiona had arrived a quarter of an hour ago. She hadn't seen anyone since.
She had felt certain of the exact time of the meeting. Yet she hadn't remembered how she had scheduled the appointment or even what it had involved.
It had to do with something that harlot Giselle was working on. Frowning, she tried to think about it.
The compact clapped open immediately. Her gaze snapped to the mirror.
More eyeshadow.
That's what she needed.
She reached for her cosmetics. A moment later she had the small case open.
Fiona smiled as she applied a little extra powder to the corners of her eyelids. She could feel herself relaxing as she did.
When she finished she examined herself carefully in the small mirror.
Her mouth turned down in displeasure. The lipstick seemed faded again. She shook her head slightly as she reached for the red tube.
She could barely contain the feeling of well being as the waxy substance passed over her lips.
A delicious sound escaped through those luscious pillows. They looked so plump. So full.
Fiona ran her tongue slowly over them, savoring the sensation. They seemed a touch swollen.
The realization caused a small tingle to pass through her.
A moment later she heard the door open.
Euphemia, her secretary, had entered. She wore a tight combination of leather that pressed those delightful curves in ways that left Fiona's mouth dry.
The younger woman had her hair dyed into a shocking pink. But it looked perfect with the makeup she wore. Fiona had to blink a few times.
She could have sworn that Euphemia despised to look so, slutty.
The woman's hips rolled in an exaggerated way as she approached.
Fiona's eyes were drawn to those hips as the secretary moved, the way her body rolled and twisted had her licking her lips, unconsciously, her hand already reaching for the tube of lipstick that was always with her.
"Good morning, bitch," the woman said in a breathy tone that sounded strange to the older woman.
She nodded, her thoughts a whirlwind of confused ideas. "Thank you, darling" she murmured softly.
A flicker of confusion appeared in Euphemia's eyes. But before another word left the secretary she reached into her brassiere and took out a familiar compact.
Fiona shivered. Something about these mirrors wad wrong. She had to - put another layer on her lips. That's all she really needed to do.
Both women looked at the mirror and then they were staring at each other's mouths. "My lips look too pale," said Euphemia in a low breathy voice. She reached for the lipstick. Fiona watched, fascinated as the younger woman's tongue flicked over those black lips. Fiona felt an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss them. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. What had just happened? She couldn't quite remember.
"You're looking like a fine fuck, bitch" the secretary purred as she put her compact away and Fiona's eyes returned to those painted black lips, mesmerized. "We'll need you looking your best for today's meeting."
"Of course, darling," Fiona replied distractedly. "We need to look the best for Giselle."
Euphemia smiled and licked those lips again, a gesture which sent shivers down Fiona's spine. The older woman had no idea what she was doing, or why, but the thought was so appealing she could not help herself. As Euphemia turned to leave, Fiona caught her wrist.
Euphemia raised her eyebrow inquisitively and glanced at Fiona.
"I-I want to taste," Fiona began, but the rest of her sentence was lost in the soft press of the other woman's lips.
Their tongues tangled together in an exquisite dance. Euphemia sucked on her lips greedily, leaving her breathless and weak in the knees. When they broke the kiss, Euphemia giggled at the expression of pure bliss that crossed the older woman's face. She traced her fingers over the swollen, red lips and grinned wickedly. "Now you have to do all the makeup again, bitch." The thought seemed to send shivers through the older woman and Fiona smiled widely. The prospect of reapplying makeup seemed positively thrilling.
Euphemia giggled again and turned to leave the office, her hips rolling in a seductive sway.
Fiona returned to the compact mirror and stared into its depths.
Without thoughts she started applying layers and layers of makeup to her face, painting over everything unseemly.
***
Giselle looked at the two women who had entered her little corner of the business.
They were a treat to the eye. Fiona had a body that had aged like a fine wine. Her curves, her long legs and that magnificent cleavage. Her face had been covered with layers of makeup that made her look delicious. And definitely more like a slutty parody of her usual professional self.
Giselle could feel herself getting aroused by just looking at her.
Then there was Euphemia. That young, vibrant creature with the perfect little ass and her perky breasts, just asking to be played with, looked like she stepped right out of some punk or goth porn. All black makeup, black clothes and a shock of pink hair.
Giselle didn't think that her compacts would be that strong. Or maybe she had underestimated the desire in those women to look more slutty. To become the perfect playthings for her and her clients.
"There are going to be some changes around here," Giselle said with her sweetest smile.
"What kind of changes?" asked Fiona. Her eyes were slightly unfocused as if she had been drinking all day. A strand of saliva ran down the side of her mouth. She giggled as she wiped at it with a fingertip. "We've been busy."
"Yes, I know. You've worked hard." Giselle's voice dripped honey and venom in equal measure. "And that's exactly why change is needed. First, Fiona, I want every employee to have a compact."
"I'll make sure everyone gets one." The woman nodded obediently, licking her lips.
Giselle's eyes sparkled dangerously. She turned her gaze to Euphemia, who was standing quietly next to her. "Second point, Euphemia, I want some changes done to the internal messaging system. It should reflect our new business model: Luscious Lips and Slutty Sex," Giselle announced grandly. Her voice had a lilting quality to it that seemed to mesmerize the two women before her.
"Yes, mistress." The young woman smiled, licking her lips. Her tongue flicked over them suggestively.
"And finally," Giselle's eyes narrowed slightly. "You two tarts are making me wet. I need some, entertainment." Her hand slipped down between her thighs.
Euphemia and Fiona exchanged looks, then nodded in unison. Their expressions became lascivious and hungry as they knelt before her.
Giselle smiled wickedly, spreading her legs wider. "Good girls." Her hand dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, finding the wet warmth within. "Let's begin, shall we?"
"Yes, Mistress." The two women spoke simultaneously, their voices dripping with lust.
Giselle leaned back, enjoying the marks their plump pillow lips left on her flesh.
She couldn't wait for everyone to have a small compact in their pocket. They had so many better thoughts than people.
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Kyle Mitchell was king of Sigma Chi, and he fucking knew it.
Ten inches. Thick. Veiny. The kind of cock that made sorority girls text their friends mid-fuck—omg you NEED to try this—and then pretend they hadn't when he didn't call back.
Every night, a different girl. Every night, some tight waxed cunt clenching around his shaft while he pounded them into his shitty dorm mattress. Blonde, brunette, redhead—didn't matter. They all wanted the same thing. They all wanted to be chosen.
"Fuck, Kyle—fuck—you're so fucking big—"
Brittany. Or maybe it was Madison. Some Kappa Delta with fake tits and a waxed pussy so smooth it looked like she'd never hit puberty. She was clawing at his back, eyes rolled back, and Kyle was going through the motions. Thrust. Grind. Make her cum. Cum on her tits. Kick her out before breakfast.
Same shit. Different night.
"You like that, slut?" he grunted, not because he cared, but because that was the script.
"Yes—oh god yes—"
The headboard banged against the wall. Kyle could see his roommate Eric's light was on next door—fucking nerd was probably studying at 11pm on a Friday, the pathetic little virgin—and he made sure to fuck Brittany even louder. Let the little cuck hear what a real man sounded like.
When she left—stumbling out at 2am with her thong in her purse and his cum drying on her stomach—Kyle lay back and felt... nothing.
They don't see ME, he thought. They see the cock.
---
It had started to eat at him. The way girls looked at his crotch before they looked at his face. The way they'd laugh at his jokes even when they weren't funny. The way they'd agree with everything he said, like they were auditioning for a role in his life instead of actually talking to him.
"I wish women could see me for who I really am," he muttered to himself that night, scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other rested on his softening dick.
That's when the app appeared.
GENIE-Z - Make a Wish, Bestie 💫
"What the fuck?" Kyle squinted at the neon pink icon. He hadn't downloaded this. He would never download something that called him "bestie." But his thumb was already hovering, and—whatever—he was bored.
He tapped it.
Pink smoke erupted from his phone screen—actual fucking smoke, smelling like cotton candy and expensive perfume—and Kyle yelped, dropping his phone onto the bed.
When the smoke cleared, she was sitting cross-legged at the foot of his mattress.
Holy shit.
She was—fuck—she was the most obnoxiously hot thing he'd ever seen. Maybe nineteen, twenty max. Long blonde hair pulled into a messy high ponytail. Pink crop top stretched over big, round tits that said PRINCESS in glittery letters. Tiny denim cutoffs that showed off tanned legs and a perfectly gym-toned ass. Pink acrylic nails tapping against her knee. A wad of bubblegum expanding between glossed lips.
She blew a bubble. It popped. Pink shards stuck to her lips. She licked them off, utterly unbothered.
"Ugh," she said, looking around his dorm room with visible disgust. "This place is, like, depressing." She picked up a discarded thong from the floor with two fingers. "Is this... yours?"
"That's Brittany's—"
"Gross." She dropped it like it was radioactive. "Okay, so, hi. I'm Lexi. I'm your genie. Obviously." She examined her nails. "Okay. I'm Lexi, the Gen-Z genie. You summoned me or whatever. One wish. No take-backs. No refunds. I literally cannot stress that enough."
Kyle stared. "You're the genie?"
"Did I stutter?" Lexi rolled her eyes—actually rolled them, like he was the idiot here. "Yes, I'm the genie. What, you expected some big blue guy with Robin Williams energy? Ew. This isn't 1992, grandpa. We rebranded."
She snapped her fingers and a phone appeared in her hand. She started scrolling, barely looking at him.
"So, like, what do you want? Make it quick. I have, like, other clients." She didn't look up. "And before you ask for more wishes—no. That's, like, the most basic bitch wish. Be original."
Kyle sat up, suddenly interested. A hot genie who could grant wishes? This was—
"I wish women could see me for who I really am."
Lexi stopped scrolling. She looked up. And then—slowly, deliberately—she smiled.
It wasn't a nice smile.
"Oh my god," she breathed, and her eyes lit up with something that looked almost like hunger. "That is, like, such a good wish."
"Yeah?"
"Yessss." She popped her gum, leaning forward, and her tits strained against the PRINCESS shirt. "You want them to really see you? Not just the cock? Not just the muscles? You want them to see the real Kyle?"
"Exactly." Kyle nodded, feeling validated for the first time in weeks. "Finally, someone gets it."
"Baby, I totally get it." Lexi stood up, stretching, and her crop top rode up to show a flat, tanned stomach with a tiny diamond piercing. "You know what your problem is, Kyle?"
"What?"
She stepped closer. Close enough that he could smell her—vanilla and something sweeter, something that made his head swim. She leaned down, her lips inches from his ear.
"You think you're the main character." She giggled, breath warm against his skin. "But you're not. You're, like, barely a supporting role."
"What the fuck is that supposed to—"
"Shh." She pressed a pink nail to his lips. "I've got you, bestie. I'm gonna give you exactly what you asked for."
She snapped her fingers.
Pink smoke exploded around him, and Lexi's laughter echoed in his ears—high and bratty and cruel.
"Good luck with your new life, loser! 💋"
---
Kyle woke up to the worst feeling of his life.
Something was wrong. His crotch felt—light. Empty. He reached down, half-asleep, and his hand found—
Nothing.
Not nothing. But close.
Kyle threw back the covers and stared down at his dick. Or what was left of it. His beautiful, perfect, ten-inch monster was gone. In its place was the most pathetic little nub he'd ever seen—maybe an inch, if he was generous, poking out from his pubic hair like a frightened worm.
"LEXI!" he screamed. "LEXI, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"
Pink smoke curled from nowhere, and suddenly she was there again—sitting on his desk, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone.
"Ugh, what?" She didn't look up. "I'm busy."
"Look at me!"
She glanced over. Looked down at his crotch. And burst out laughing.
"Oh my god," she wheezed, slapping her thigh. "It's so tiny. It's like—like a little baby carrot. That is, like, hilarious."
"You took my cock!"
"I did not." She hopped off the desk, still giggling, and bent down to examine his micro-dick with theatrical fascination. "I granted your wish, bestie. You wanted women to see you for who you really are." She straightened up, popping her gum. "So I took away the thing that was distracting them. You're welcome."
"That's not what I meant and you know it!"
"Okay, but that's what you said." She shrugged, examining her nails again. "Words have, like, consequences. Didn't your English 101 teach you anything?"
"Take it back! Give me my cock back!"
"Um, no?" She looked at him like he'd asked her to do calculus. "I literally said no take-backs. It's, like, the first thing I told you. Were you not listening?"
"I wasn't—I didn't think—"
"Clearly." She rolled her eyes. "Look, Kyle. You wanted women to see the real you. And the real you?" She leaned in, smiling sweetly. "Is a guy with a tiny dick who has nothing to offer. No personality. No charm. Just a big cock and an ego problem. And now..." She reached down and flicked his micro-dick with one pink nail. "You don't even have the cock."
She was gone before he could respond.
---
Across the room, Eric's bed was empty. Must've gone for early classes.
Kyle's phone buzzed. A text from Kaylee, the Tri-Delt who'd been begging him to come over:
hey big boy, still want to come over tonight? 😏
Big boy. The words mocked him.
---
Eric came home that afternoon, and Kyle knew immediately that something was different.
The nerd walked differently. Shoulders back. Chin up. There was a bulge in his jeans that—holy shit—looked like he was hiding a fucking cucumber in there.
"Kyle," Eric said, and even his voice was deeper. Richer. "What's up, man?"
"What the fuck happened to you?"
Eric smirked—actually smirked, the confident bastard—and dropped his backpack on his bed. "I don't know, man. Woke up feeling... different. Like everything just clicked." He adjusted himself through his jeans, and Kyle heard the unmistakable sound of something heavy shifting. "Really different."
He knew then what Lexi had done. She'd given Eric his cock. She'd swapped them!
Kyle watched his former nerd roommate stretch, his new bulk straining against his too-tight shirt, and felt something he'd never felt before.
Insignificance.
---
The first time Kyle heard Eric fucking a girl, it was Kaylee.
Of course it was Kaylee.
She'd come over looking for Kyle, but Eric had answered the door shirtless—showing off his new body, the one that had apparently come with muscles and the ten-inch cock that used to belong to Kyle—and within ten minutes she was in Eric's bed.
"Oh my god—"
Kyle sat on his own bed, back against the wall, listening to every sound through the thin dorm wall.
"Eric—fuck—you're so fucking BIG—"
The same words. The same fucking words she would've said to him. But now she was saying them to Eric. To the nerd who'd never even kissed a girl until today.
Kyle looked down at his tiny dick—hard now, all one pathetic inch of it—and wrapped his fingers around it. His thumb and forefinger overlapped. He started to stroke, but there was barely anything to grip.
In the next room, Kaylee was screaming. "Don't stop—oh god—don't ever stop—"
Kyle came in thirty seconds. A single, watery drop that oozed out of his micro-dick and pooled on his stomach.
He lay there, listening to Eric make Kaylee cum three more times, and for the first time in his life, Kyle Mitchell felt what it was like to be a nobody.
---
He tried summoning Lexi again.
He opened the app, typed I WISH TO UNDO MY WISH, and hit send.
Pink smoke. She appeared, sitting on his pillow, filing her nails.
"No."
"I didn't even ask yet!"
"You were going to." She blew on her nails. "And the answer's no. You got one wish. You used it. That's, like, the rules."
"You twisted my words!"
"Um, I interpreted your words." She looked up, smirking. "There's a difference. You said you wanted women to see the real you. I made it so the real you is all there is." She hopped off the bed, stretching. "You're welcome, by the way. Most people don't get to be so... authentic."
"I hate you."
"Aww." She patted his cheek, her pink nails scraping lightly against his stubble. "That's, like, so not my problem." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "But between you and me? This is way more entertaining than giving you what you actually wanted."
She vanished, leaving only the scent of bubblegum and the sound of her laughter.
---
It got worse.
Within a week, Eric was the new king of Sigma Chi. Girls who'd ignored him for three years were suddenly finding excuses to "study" in his room. Brittany. Madison. That hot redhead from Pi Phi whose name Kyle could never remember. They all wanted a turn with the nerd's new equipment.
And Kyle?
Kyle was invisible.
"Hey, have you seen Eric?" Brittany asked, poking her head into their room. She looked right through Kyle like he was furniture.
"He's at the gym," Kyle muttered.
"Ugh, thanks!" She bounced away, and Kyle caught her texting someone—probably spreading the word about Eric's cock like it was the second coming.
Nobody wanted Kyle anymore. Why would they? He was still decent-looking, sure, but without the cock, he was just another frat bro with nothing to offer. Girls didn't laugh at his jokes anymore. They didn't pretend to care about his opinions. They didn't even look at him.
One night, drunk and desperate, he tried to hit on a sophomore at a party. She looked at his crotch—always the crotch first—and then back up at his face.
"Sorry," she said, not even trying to hide her disappointment. "You're, like... not my type."
She walked away. Toward Eric.
---
A month later, Kyle was sitting in his room—always in his room now, since he had nowhere else to go—listening to Eric pound some freshman named Tiff.
"Yes—yes—YES—" Tiff was screaming, and the headboard was slamming against the wall so hard the pictures were shaking.
Kyle's tiny dick was hard again. It was always hard now—pathetic and desperate and completely useless. He wrapped his fingers around it and started stroking, his other hand cupping his shriveled little balls.
In the next room, Eric laughed. "You like that, slut?"
"Love it—oh god—I love your big cock—"
Kyle came. One drop. Watery and sad.
He lay there in the dark, listening to Tiff cum for the third time, and thought about the wish. About what he'd really wanted. About how he'd thought "seeing him for who he really was" meant they'd appreciate his personality.
But Lexi knew the truth.
Who Kyle really was—under the cock, under the confidence, under the swagger—was just another insecure little boy with nothing to offer.
And now everyone could see it.
---
Pink smoke curled at the edge of his vision.
"Hey, loser."
Kyle didn't even flinch anymore. "What do you want, Lexi?"
She was sitting on his desk again, legs crossed, sucking on a lollipop—cherry red, matching her nails. She looked... satisfied. Like a cat who'd caught a particularly entertaining mouse.
"Just checking in." She pulled the lollipop out with a pop. "How's the whole 'being seen for who you really are' thing working out?"
"Fuck you."
"Pass." She swung her legs, looking around the room with that same disgusted expression. "You know, I've done, like, a lot of wishes. And yours was, like, top five most satisfying to grant." She smiled—sweet and vicious. "You really thought you were something special, didn't you? You thought if they just looked past the cock, they'd see some deep, interesting guy underneath."
She hopped down and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She bent down, her face inches from his.
"But there's nothing there, Kyle. Under the cock, you're just... empty. A pretty shell with nothing inside." She patted his cheek. "And now everyone knows it."
She was gone before he could respond.
---
Kyle sat alone in the dark, his tiny dick soft and useless in his hand, listening to the sounds of his roommate—his roommate—fucking the girl who should've been his.
And somewhere, in whatever dimension bratty genies lived, Lexi was filing her nails and thinking about how delightfully entertaining the whole thing had been.
So, Asher, Ben tells me you have ideas on how we can leverage our current assets to maximize our market share while maintaining a fighting-trim payroll! I don't usually put a lot of stock in consultants, but Ben assures me you're not a typical consultant! How are you going to wow me?
Well, Cynthia, I thought I'd start with spontaneous bimbofication.
I'm sorry, is that supposed to be some kind of joke?
No, I don't actually know anything about business, but I have been able to leverage the one skill I do have. Let me show you.
Wha… What's happening?
I told you, Sindi! Spontaneous bimbofication! She really is a total airhead, just like you said, Ben!
<giggle> I'm a dummy alright! But at least I have big tits!
You do indeed, Sindi! And now Ben and I are going to show you how to leverage your big tits to maximize your incoming ejaculate.
I don't even know what that means!
We're going to fuck you in every way possible, bimbo.
It's that little smirk Geena gives that finally convinces Kari she's got no hope of resisting. She knows she's been just sitting there the entire time Geena seduced Zoe, watching with heavy-lidded eyes and limbs that didn't seem to want to move while Geena's sultry contralto tones melted Zoe into a vacant, whimpering slut, but… but somehow she didn't feel like she was a part of events until now. She tricked herself into believing she was just a passive observer, staring at the unfolding tableau of steamy lesbian sex, aware of Zoe's slow striptease and her backwards collapse onto the mattress but separated from it all by an invisible wall of lethargic indolence--but now Geena's looking at her with a confident grin on her face and Kari realizes she's intimately involved.
She doesn't yet know what the other woman will make her do--Geena's cunt looks pretty occupied from what Kari can see, straddling Zoe's head and grinding against her chin with absolutely no room for another human being--but she knows she won't be able to stop herself from obeying when it happens. She had a vague, drifting delusion that the hypnotic induction was meant for Zoe and Zoe alone, and it stopped her from interfering even as Geena's commands became more overtly sexual and Zoe fell ever deeper into thoughtless compliance, but the illusion popped like a soap bubble when Geena looked over at her with a proud, mischievous smile on her face and now all Kari can think of is how wet her pussy is. She'd be rubbing herself right now if she could lift her arms.
A tiny, dissociated part of her wonders how long Geena's been planning all this, if the entire weekend was arranged just to get the three of them alone in an isolated cabin with no distractions to keep them from being drawn into the gravity well of her hypnotic influence. It explains the internet outage, but it also raises further questions--did Geena befriend the two of them with an eye on the long game? Was she always planning to collect them like toys on a shelf, sap their will and crumble their resistance and turn them into lesbian sluts she could fuck whenever she wanted? Kari doesn't know, but she's surprised to discover that she genuinely hopes so. She's so horny now, and it sounds so enticing to be desired so completely and thoroughly like that.
But those might not be her thoughts anymore. Kari comes back from a warm, vacant reverie of lust to see Geena's lips moving, and realizes the words match her own confused and muddled notions precisely. She's not so much thinking as agreeing, letting everything Geena says become a part of her own mind until she doesn't even know where the join is anymore, and it feels so wonderful when her hand goes down between her legs in response to the other woman's commands and Kari can finally began to masturbate the way she suddenly always wanted to. Her eyes go sightless again, lost in her own imagination, but the only difference from reality is that it's her licking Geena's pussy instead of Zoe.
Kari has just enough awareness to realize that the taste on her lips isn't a fantasy after a certain point, and she refocuses her glassy eyes long enough to understand that she's kneeling on the floor with her head between Zoe's legs, but that knowledge doesn't help her resist her slide into hazy indolence and she soon forgets everything but pleasure. She's just Geena's good girl now, a sweet and slutty pussylicker, and the rest of her thoughts evaporate in a puff of lust as her thoughts fully and finally drop away.
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Oh, Hi, Jolene! Sorry if we got a little noisy last night.
A little noisy, Roy?! The music was pounding until two in the morning! Some bimbo is still passed out drunk in the hallway! I don't know why I'm complaining to you instead of the landlord!
Oh, well I can explain that! I narrated you to!
You what?
Jolene didn't understand that her neighbor had developed the ability to narrate the course of reality and was completely oblivious to his running narration. She pushed ahead with her complaint, ignoring his strange response.
Look, the rules are in your lease, same as mine! Quiet time in the building is from 9 pm to 7 am, even on the weekends.
I'm really sorry, Jolene! I promise I'll check in with you before throwing any more parties.
Roy was not really sorry. He was just fucking with his helpless neighbor. Jolene was having a hard time remembering why she had knocked on her neighbor's door. She had forgotten her glasses and was a little drunk, having spiked her morning coffee with whiskey.
Though it seems you may have been having a little party of your own this morning!
A party? No. I mean, I did have an Irish coffee or two. Maybe three. But, it's, like, Saturday. Nothing wrong with that.
Of course there's nothing wrong with that! You're an adult woman who can make her own choices!
Of course, Roy was now narrating her choices, but she didn't know that. Jolene felt a little guilty lying to Roy like she had. She had only had the one Irish coffee. After that, she started doing shots. She lost track of how many.
Thas' right! I'm a grown ass womans! <hic> <giggle>
Jolene had a huge crush on her neighbor and had been trying to work up the nerve to flirt with him. She thought a little alcohol would help, but she over did it and was completely schnockered. She had put on her skimpiest outfit, leaving her bra and panties on her bedroom floor, and stumbled over intent on seduction, using her big tits to argue her case.
You might have noticed I'm a big girl! <giggle>
I have noticed before, but I must admit, it's much more noticeable this morning! I mean, wow! You should wear tank tops more often!
Deep down, Jolene was a complete bimbo. She tried to hide it, but alcohol brought it out with a vengeance.
OMG! <giggle> I totally should! You have the best ideas, Roy!
I do, don't I? Here's an idea! I was just about to make mimosas! Why don't you come in and I'll make you one too!
Oh thas so sweet! But I'm alreazy a lil drunk...
So a little more won't even matter!
Jolene couldn't disagree with that logic.
It won't matter one bit! <giggle>
I forgot I was out of prosecco. I hope you don't mind a screwdriver instead.
She did not mind and didn't even notice that it was nearly half vodka as she guzzled it down.
I don't mind at all! <giggle><glug><glug><glug><hic><giggle>
In Jolene's mind, they were chatting and getting to know each other as she got drunker and drunker, but in reality Roy was using his narrative powers to rewrite her history. Jolene had started stripping to pay for college, but she enjoyed it so much she soon dropped out. Nothing made her feel more validated than when men admired her body. She started acting like a bimbo more and more as she found that men were more likely to openly ogle her if they thought she was a total airhead. Soon, she wasn't even sure it was an act anymore.
She got implants and started dressing slutty even when she wasn't working. Her friends and ffamily had been concerned but Jolene found new friends, other bimbos that supported her chosen lifestyle! During the pandemic, she started doing webcam shows and found she could make even more money than she had been making stripping!
Jolene was so happy to finally tell Roy about what she did for a living! He was really into it, not all judgy like some guys. She loved how he unapologetically stared at her rack!
So how big are your implants, Jolene?
1000cc! I had to work my way up to this size. If you go too big too fast you can get stretch marks! I'm thinking about going even bigger, but my doc says I should wait at least another six months.
You should probably follow his advice. Besides, they're a very nice size right now! Really great tits!
You are so sweet! <giggle>
Of course, what I really like is your ass. I check it out every time you walk down the hall. And when you're going up the stairs? Damn!
Jolene's pussy gushed at that. She was very proud of her ass. Her tits were great, but that was mostly the surgeons. Her ass was her own accomplishment, built with hours of squats and hip thrusts. Nothing turned her on more than a guy who admired her ass!
Oh, you like this, do you?
I do indeed! It's your best feature! I actually think of you as a fine piece of ass!
That's so hot! <giggle> I think of myself as a fine piece of ass!
Oh wow!
Touch it, Roy! I need you to grab my ass! I'm so horny!
Roy proceeded to fuck her brains out. It was the best sex she ever had! Every time she thought they were done, he'd narrate his cock back to full tumescence and go back to pounding her to another monster orgasm.
She was very loud and at one point she asked Roy if she might be disturbing the neighbors. He assured her that, if they were, he'd take care of it.
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The thing scratched at the door. Bone on stone. Rattle-hiss. Scrabble of something dead and hungry trying to get in.
Mira pressed herself against the cold wall of the tomb, tears cutting tracks through the grime on her cheeks. "We're going to die in here."
"Shut up." Bette clutched her knees to her chest, rocking. "Just—just shut up for a second."
They'd been stupid. Sneaking into the Old Cemetery on a dare, looking for nothing more than a thrill to brag about at the tavern. Then the ground gave way and they'd tumbled down, down, down into this nightmare labyrinth of mouldering corridors and things that shambled in the dark.
The door shuddered. Cracks spidered across the ancient wood.
Mira whimpered.
That was when Bette saw it.
In the corner—half-buried in rubble and centuries of dust—a suit of armour. Not rusted plate like the town militia wore. This was different. Black iron with edges that seemed to drink the light. Scrollwork that hurt to look at. And the gauntlets—resting on a stone plinth like they'd been waiting.
Waiting for her.
"Don't," Mira whispered, seeing Bette's hand reach out. "Bette, don't touch it—"
But her fingers were already closing around the cold metal.
Oh.
The gauntlet slid onto her hand like it had been made for her. Cold became warm. Warm became right. Power hummed through her bones—ancient, patient, hungry.
"Bette!" Mira scrambled forward. "Take it off! Please!"
"Stop—" Bette's voice caught. The gauntlet tightened. Not painfully. Possessively. "Stop telling me what to do."
The door exploded inward.
The thing that entered had been a woman once. Maybe. Now it was grey flesh and exposed ribs and eyes that burned with mindless hunger. It lunged at Bette with a shriek—
And she caught it by the throat.
Without thinking. Without effort.
The creature thrashed in her grip. She could feel its dead pulse against her palm. Could feel the wrongness of it—and deeper still, the thread of dark magic that animated it. A thread that led back to something. Someone.
Back to her.
"Easy," she murmured. The creature went limp. Obedient. "That's it. Good girl."
Mira made a sound like she'd been punched. "Bette... your eyes..."
Bette turned. The tomb's dim light caught her face—and the cold, cruel smile spreading across it.
"What about them?"
"They're... they're black, Bette. Completely black. Please—you have to take that thing off—"
Another creature appeared in the doorway. Then another. Then three more. A whole horde of dead things pouring into the tomb, surrounding them both—
Bette raised her hand.
They stopped. Every single one. Frozen mid-shamble, heads bowed like penitents before an altar.
They're mine, she realised. All of them. The whole labyrinth. Every dead thing in it.
A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her. Somewhere that hadn't existed five minutes ago. It spilled out—high and wild and wrong.
"Bette!" Mira grabbed her arm. "Bette, please! This isn't you!"
"Isn't it?" Bette looked at her friend—really looked at her. Mira: small and soft and scared. Always scared. Always following, never leading. Never taking. "Maybe this is who I always was. Maybe I just needed—"
She reached for the second gauntlet.
"—permission."
"BETTE!"
The metal sang as it slid home. Both hands now. Both arms wrapped in black iron that pulsed with something like a heartbeat. Something like desire.
She reached for the breastplate.
Don't, some small voice whispered—the Bette who'd been afraid of everything. The Bette who'd hidden behind Mira's shadow. The Bette who'd never been anyone at all. Don't do this. You're still yourself. You can still—
The breastplate clicked into place.
Mmmmmh.
Her spine cracked. Lengthened. Her body stretched like taffy pulled over flame—five-six, five-eight, six feet, six-two, six-six—as her skeleton rewrote itself. Her hips popped and widened with a wet sound. Her breasts swelled against the cold metal, flesh overflowing the edges of her now-perfectly-fitted armour. Her hair darkened from mousy brown to black as midnight, spilling over her shoulders in a cascade that seemed to drink the dim light.
Her skin went pale as marble. Her lips went red as sin.
"Gods," Mira breathed. "Bette... you're..."
"I'm not Bette anymore." Her voice had changed—deeper, richer, a sound that could command armies or break hearts. She ran her hands down her new body, feeling the impossible curves, the strength coiled in every inch. "Bette died in this tomb. Something better crawled out."
She picked up the greaves. The faulds. Each piece clicked into place like a key in a lock—and with each one, another piece of Bette crumbled away. Another inch of fear replaced by certainty. Another scrap of kindness consumed by hunger.
The iron crown sat on the plinth where the gauntlets had been. Simple. Brutal. A circle of black metal with points like thorns.
Mira threw herself forward. "No! I won't let you—"
Bette caught her by the throat with one armoured hand. Lifted her off her feet without effort.
"Let me?" She tilted her head, studying her former friend like a bug. "You were never in a position to let me do anything, little mouse. You just didn't know it."
"Bette..." Mira clawed at the iron grip. Tears streamed down her face. "Please... I love you... you're my best friend..."
Something flickered in those black eyes. A ghost of the girl who'd held Mira's hand when they were children. Who'd shared bread and secrets and dreams of escaping their nothing village.
Love, the ghost whispered. Friendship. Don't you remember—
Bette placed the crown on her head.
The ghost screamed once and fell silent.
"Love," the Bitch Queen repeated, tasting the word like wine turned to vinegar. "How quaint."
She squeezed.
The crack echoed through the tomb like thunder.
Mira's body dropped to the floor—limp, broken, dead. The Queen studied it for a moment, then extended her hand. Dark magic pulsed—a thread of power connecting her to every corpse in the labyrinth.
Mira's eyes opened. Black as her Queen's. Empty. Waiting.
"Rise, my sweet." The Queen smiled. "You'll serve me better this way."
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They came at midnight.
The town slept soundly behind its wooden walls, dreaming safe little dreams in safe little beds. No one saw the dead things pouring from the cemetery gates. No one heard the rattle of bones and the shuffle of rotting feet.
No one except the Queen.
She rode at the head of her army—not walking, but carried. A throne of bones and black iron borne aloft by a dozen shambling corpses. Her armour gleamed in the moonlight. Her crown drank the stars. Dark magic crackled around her like lightning, like hunger, like destiny.
The first scream came from the east gate.
Then the north.
Then everywhere at once.
The Bitch Queen threw back her head and laughed—wild and free and evil—as the town that had never mattered began to burn.
She was the Queen now.
And everyone would know it.
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