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"You know what you need to do, sweetie," Dale intoned, and the implied command was so compelling after three months of training that Heather almost rolled over and wrapped her lips around his jutting cock without even thinking about it. She managed to stop herself at the last moment, lying there just inches away from the tip of his prick with her mouth open and a dazed, glassy cast to her dull blue eyes, but that was about as much willpower as she had left at the moment. Heather's cunt was throbbing, her nipples had gathered into tight, tingling buds, and all she could really think about was that if she gave in and sucked then Dale would start playing with her pussy. And that was the only way she could cum now.

She knew because she'd tried. She knew because she was trying practically all the time now, sneaking off whenever she could to lie back on one of the massage tables with her suntanned body completely bared and desperately fingering herself in the hopes of breaking through Dale's increasingly powerful control over her orgasms. But it was never any good--no matter how frantically her finger danced across her clit, no matter how hard she pinched her stiff pink nipples, she couldn't get over the hump and reach climax, and deep down Heather suspected she was only ever trying because failure got her so worked up and needy that her boss had an easier time exerting his power over her. It had been weeks since Heather did any real work at the spa, and she probably would have been fired if the owner wasn't the one brainwashing her into compliance as his obedient suckpuppet.

But she was… she was fighting him, wasn't she? It was a little hard to believe when she was just lying there on one of the tables staring vacantly at Dale's cock while time distended and warped like fresh taffy, but she hadn't extended her tongue to lap away the tiny bead of precum at the tip of his prick and that had to count for something. As muddled and confused as her mind was becoming, as much as she couldn't stop her fingers from teasing away inside her soaking pussy, as dumb as she no doubt looked with her mouth open and drool trickling out in a steady stream, Heather's willpower was still holding out. Sort of. Kind of. For the moment. That had to count for something.

Heather could already feel the first cracks in the dam of her resistance, though, the very realization that she wasn't using her tongue to flick away drop after drop of salty precum leading her to visualize that same act. And once she thought about how Dale tasted, and the aroma of his body when she had his shaft all the way down her throat and her nose was pressed right up against him, her dazed and drowsy mind immediately associated it with the pleasure of orgasm she always felt when his hand replaced hers and she came like fireworks around his thrusting fingers. Heather knew she was being conditioned to think of sucking cock and cumming as one and the same, and that frightened her but at the same time it made her so, so fucking wet. She wasn't going to be able to resist it for long once the notion crept into her head.

And sure enough, in less than a minute her lips were sealed around Dale's prick and she was bobbing up and down on him with the vigorous enthusiasm of a truly needy toy. He reached down and put his hand between her legs the second she started to suck, rewarding her for her obedience, and Heather sighed as the ecstasy began to flood her sleepy brain… but already she wondered how many more climaxes she was going to get before Dale decided that intermittent rewards were the best way to keep her in line.

"Did you know there's a spot on the back of a woman's neck that turns her into a perfect poseable dolly when you press it?" Jenna thought that sounded like bullshit, right up until Mark reached around and slid his hand into her long blonde hair, putting two fingers right on the joint between her neck and head and applying pressure. Then everything went dark and quiet inside her mind--not a total absence of thought and memory, just a kind of lull like someone had turned the volume and contrast all the way down on her thoughts so she could barely perceive what was happening to her--and her every last muscle in her body stiffened into catalepsy.

"There's a good girl," Mark cooed, and although Jenna could barely even hear him let alone process what he was saying she nonetheless felt a warm, pleasant glow suffuse her mind and body. It just felt so nice to get it right, to remember the existence of the post-hypnotic instruction at the same time as following it, and Jenna knew she'd feel even better when she was released from trance and let every single solitary memory of this experience drain down into a secret vault inside her head. She didn't need to think about any of this, only obey, and obedience was so easy when all she had to do was hold whatever position she was posed in. Mark maneuvered her onto her knees, and Jenna submissively allowed her limbs to be shaped and posed.

He hooked her shirt under her tits, exposing her pale breasts and stiff pink nipples to the cool spring air, but of course one of the nice things about having a beer with her neighbor was the privacy fence around his backyard and Jenna knew nobody but him was going to see her lush, jiggling udders. He moved her hands behind her back in a pose of supplicated submission, then gently opened her mouth and pinched her tongue ever so slightly to pull it out into a lolling, drooling expression of ahegao idiocy. Jenna was only vaguely aware of any of it.

Then he pulled down his shorts and put one hand on her head and the other around his cock, sliding his frenulum back and forth along her tongue while he rocked her numb, frozen body in a rough approximation of a licking motion. If Jenna had been truly conscious for any of it, she would have been surprised by the elegant simplicity of her own blowjob--there was no sucking, no slurping, no nuzzling her cheek along the length of the shaft to show her devotion, just a simple and repetitive motion directed at the single most sensitive place on Mark's hard, throbbing prick. She wasn't conscious for any of it, though, and all she really noticed was a salty taste in her mouth that made her inexplicably, unaccountably pleased with herself.

Even when Mark came, splattering gush after gush of hot, salty cum all the way up Jenna's cheek and onto her closed eyelids, the sensation felt like a distant shadow of itself--she knew that some secret slave inside her was overjoyed at making her owner's cock spurt, and she understood on some level far below thought that she would wear his jizz for the rest of their time together without even noticing and clean it off on her way back through the house without questioning her own actions, but none of it really touched her vacant and empty mind. Dolls didn't think, after all… and Jenna, as it turned out, had a spot Mark could press to turn her into a perfect, poseable doll.

"Wait, this is seriously your first ever time at one of Carrie's parties? Oh my god, you have GOT to try the booth!" The leggy blonde with the perky plastic tits bounced to her feet and grabbed Daphne by the wrist, tugging her up and off the couch and through room after crowded room until they wound up somewhere just off the swimming pool and Daphne's friends were left far behind. "Oh my god, like, the booth is just, like, the best! I mean, it's not getting a lot of use tonight, because most of Carrie's guests are, y'know, repeat customers and all, but if this is your first time then you've never been inside and it's gonna, like, totally blow your mind!"

The whole thing felt a bit surreal, certainly strange enough that Daphne kind of realized only after the fact that she'd been led away by a giggly, ditzy stranger she'd only been talking to for about five minutes, but then again getting invited to an actual honest-to-god mansion was pretty weird, too. Daphne kept on thinking someone was going to notice her and ask what the hell that mousy, flat-chested woman with the dull brown hair was doing here, and it felt like such a relief for one of the glamorous and pretty women to take an interest in her that she didn't exactly leap to assert herself. Not even when they went inside what looked like a glorified shower stall and the door closed behind them with a sinister click.

It turned out to have one hugely significant difference from a shower stall, though. One entire wall flickered and glitched, revealing itself to be not tile like the others but an LED screen displaying the image of a wall, and the blonde giggled and clapped as it began to pulse with a whole series of colored lights and patterns. "Now, like, you're gonna, um, find yourself wanting to do things, and that's, like, totally okay because you're going to feel so good when you give in and do them. Like, don't overthink it or anything, in fact you should maybe, um, underthink a little? It's so much fun to underthink, babe. It's so much fun to think less and watch more." There was a weird intensity to the last sentence, like the other woman was giving a command, but Daphne couldn't pay attention to it because the lights were taking up her full concentration.

They were just… fuck, they were so pretty. They were so pretty, and they were making her pussy so wet, and Daphne knew that didn't make a lot of sense but she also knew she needed to get her clothes off right fucking now so she could feel that beautiful radiance against every last inch of her skin. "There you go!" her new best friend chirruped, a breathy hitch in her voice as she undressed right alongside Daphne. "See? It's, like, it doesn't hit quite the same the second or third or, um… more… time around, but it still feels good. And for you, cutie, it's gonna totez fuck up that big smart brain of yours." That sounded faintly ominous, but Daphne couldn't really think about it. She couldn't think about anything with the sexy blonde's fingers going down between Daphne's thighs to rub her pussy.

She tried to speak, but it only came out as garbled whimpers, and she was only barely aware of her own hand reaching between the blonde's thighs to match her rubbing motions. "That's a good girl!" the blonde cooed, her voice filled with encouraging praise, and Daphne felt a resistance she didn't even realize she'd been holding onto simply crumble into nothing. She moaned and mewled, her eyes wide and helpless, and knew that this was going to be only the first of many visits to Carrie's mansion and her very special booth.

Don't Stare

"I just want you to be aware that you could still say no," Jon lies, brushing the hair out of Olivia's face so he can watch her deep brown eyes glaze over into deeper trance. "Hypnosis isn't magic, there's nothing stopping you from using that pretty mouth of yours to tell me to stop instead of licking precum off the tip of my cock, and as deep as you are right now you could still summon up the willpower to resist me." Olivia blinks for the first time in almost a minute, and he knows she's trying to parse some of the words he's taken clean out of her vocabulary only to inevitably fail. He's left absolutely nothing to chance here, and even this speech is all part of his strategy to enslave his favorite toy.

"But you're not, are you?" he asks, his voice a soothing coo as he smooths away the furrows in Olivia's brow as fast as they form, leaving her with no choice but to imagine Jon's fingers brushing her thoughts aside like so many cobwebs. "No, you're just kneeling there, licking and slurping your way up and down my shaft so you can tongue my balls before you work your way back up to the tip and get a fresh spurt of precum into your mouth. Why do you think that is, sweetie? Do you think you can use your big girl words and tell me why you're so weak and wet and needy for my cock?" For a long moment, Olivia stares up at him with the vacuous placidity of a cow before it finally occurs to her that she's being asked to do more than just mindlessly agree with him. It's adorable to watch her try to think.

It's even more adorable to watch her fail, as the gears in her brain grind and clash and she finally remembers what she needs to do when she doesn't know what to say or how to answer. Olivia's mouth engulfs Jon's cock, swallowing him all the way down until her lips touch his balls, and her eyelids droop and flutter with ecstasy at the sheer relief of being able to shed the burden of conscious thought all over again to focus on his mesmerizing prick. "That's right, good girl," he purrs, stroking her hair without holding her head in place. An essential part of this strategy is that Olivia should never feel forced into anything. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head about it."

She sighs with pleasure at that, lifting herself up and off his prick to rub her face all over the shaft, smearing her smiling cheeks with spit and precum until she's an absolute mess. "The truth is, you can't say no because you don't want to say no, because deep down you just want to be my horny little cockslut and give your mind over to your Master. You never wanted a will of your own, you just thought you did because you're a drippy little dum-dum and you get confused like that sometimes, and now that I've explained it to you I can just tell that you're never going to want to say no to me again. Isn't that right?" It's glorious to watch her nod with precum dripping out of his cock all over her, but Jon knows this isn't the end. It's barely even the beginning.

Because like the weeds in a garden, Olivia's independence would eventually come back without his diligent efforts. He needs to keep rooting it out, reinforcing her training with session after session of deep, powerful hypnosis… and lucky for him, that's exactly what turns him on the most. He fights back a surge of pleasure, keeping his orgasm barely contained, and continues the work of brainwashing his obedient, gaslit slut.

Teach Herself New Skills

Her lips gently becoming fuller, the glittering sparkles growing brighter with each application. Lips swelling, shining.

A soft lick of with her tongue proving the gloss was set. Tasting of strawberries and honey.

Her tongue tingles, a blush rises in her cheeks.

She applies the gloss again, more sparkles, more shine, so pretty, so soft, so full. The rush again, the sparkles fading like they are being soaked into her lips. She can feel herself softening. Her body relaxing, her jaw unclenches, mouth open slightly, her shoulders rounding forward as the tension in her neck releases. Thoughts are fuzzy now. Every time she brushed her lips she gets lost in the shimmer she sees in the mirror, No where left to focus except her lips. round and round with the applicator, brushing back and forward, lips plumped, perfectly shaped, she pouts and mews into the mirror.

Lips needing to be kissed.

That was it, so kissable, full and soft and kissable.

Every thought now, kissing, lips touching, wet, shiny, soft

She licked her lips again, the tingle returned, sparkling pink and diamonds, vision clouded, only the shine.

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She watched her friend as the chemicals in the gloss took hold, absorbed by her lips, even faster when she licked them.

She watched as her posture dropped forward, relaxing her whole body

She watched as her friend began to drool gently, staring at herself in the mirror, at the plumped shimmer of the new gloss.

She hadn't told her about the secret ingredient, not even sure it would really work, but she watched, as her best friends hand began to trace across her own lips, giggling at the the sensation, eyes glazed and unfocused, pupils wide. the gloss leaving a shimmer on her fingertips that she traced down the side of her neck.

She watched as her friend giggled and pulled her top down, using the applicator to trace little circles around her nipples until they were tight hard crowns on her breast, sparling with a thousand glossy diamonds.

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She thrust her breasts forward, shaking them gently. the light causing the shimmer to dance across her skin, she moaned loudly like she could feel the light caressing her lips and skin where the gloss was being slowly absorbed.

A gasp behind her caught her attention away from the shimmering skin and the taste of strawberries

Her friend stood watching, biting her lip to late to stop a sound escaping. She blinked trying to focus. Her friend had given her the gloss. The present had made her feel so good.

She squealed loudly and threw her arms around her friends neck, her breasts still bare and now pressing against her best friends arm

"thank youuuuuu", her voice pitched higher than normal," i love it, its sooooo pretty and it feels so gooood," before kissing her surprised friend. her lips apart. wet from tracing her tongue over the sparkles. her breasts crushed between them in a to tight hug, trapping her against the wall as the kiss continued

When she pulled her lips away she saw the shimmer had transferred, her friend so pretty. so shiny. Another kiss as her friend wriggled weakly in her hug. This time she felt her lips swell, a blush, a worried look that faded quickly, pupils beginning to dilate.

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oh shit, she tried to struggle but her body had already begun to relax. she could feel the softness creeping into her mind, the tightness around her mouth as the gloss transferred, her lips she new, were shining now, not as much as her friends but she could feel the chemicals taking hold. The drugs absorbing rapidly through the membrane of her lips and tongue. even the hard nipples covered in shimmering gloss that were held against her, leaving their own special kisses as the two women held each other.

If she could make it to the sink to wash it off she might be okay.

her eyes rolled back in her head as her best friends hands, tangled in her hair and pulled gently. the kiss broken she tried to speak, instead leaving her mouth open and tongue out as her friend drooled directly into her mouth.

The chemicals hit like a wave. her breathing changed, she couldn't help herself when the hands wrapped in her hair pulled her down to take a shimmering, hard nipple in her mouth. Sucking, licking, biting gently at it, another wave of the sweet flavour crashing into her mind and destroying what little control she had left. Falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Hands and lips everywhere, finding ticklish, giggling places on each others bodies. the gloss smearing in bands where they lingered.

The experiment a success. Her best friend pinning her to the floor. fingernails digging into her thighs as the trembling hit. Perfectly sparkling lips finding her clit. The drug hitting again and again. with each long tender lick. the intense sucking on her clit.

Both of them lost to the drug, the shimmer. The taste of each other slowly replacing the strawberry and honey.

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Experimental results log

increased libido response intensified by repeated application

increased loss of inhibitions as seen in previous test subjects

secondary dosage possible via physical transfer and contact with mucosal membranes

decrease in self control intensified by long term exposure

susceptibility to outside influence increased after single exposure

instinctual response increased after single exposure

repeated and prolonged exposure may result in irreversible side effects

special note - localised swelling to lips similar to 'bee venom' for possible marketing campaign

special note - increase in volume also noted to breast tissue - possibly due to increased blood flow and hormonal increases, possible alternative marketing and campaign

special note - direct application to female genitalia resulted in hyper sensitivity and reactiveness, chemical effect increased possibly due to increased absorption rate at application site.

suggest further research - campaign shimmer

The sound of snapping fingers made Melanie's eyes fly open, and of course the first thing she noticed was the cock in her mouth--it absolutely filled her oral cavity, pressing lightly but insistently at the back of her throat, and a slight soreness to her jaw suggested she'd been accommodating it for quite some time. It wasn't hard to figure out who it belonged to, naturally; she was looking straight up into Bobby Dean's smiling face when she woke up, and apart from a little mental adjustment as she learned to associate the boy next door with a prick big enough to jut a good few inches past her lips even when she was taking as much of him as she could without gagging she had no trouble recognizing him.

But that left so many more questions. Why was she on her knees? Why was she on her knees with Bobby's dick in her mouth? Why was she… god, she was still sucking it, not just passively kneeling there and letting him fuck her face but actively bobbing up and down the shaft while her tongue swished back and forth against the underside of his prick with every sign of vacant, mindless enthusiasm. Why was she doing that? And why couldn't she remember getting into this position? The more Melanie struggled to think of a single clear, precise memory to delineate the moment she stopped thinking, the more she found her mind getting soft and sludgy with confusion. Bobby had been her friend since childhood. She saw him every day. It was hard to place details in among the sea of routine.

The more Melanie thought about it, though, the odder that seemed. It was one thing to be casual about visiting your friend, especially in a small town like this where even when you moved out you were always welcome back home and nothing was ever more than a few minutes' drive away, but it was another thing entirely to be so comfortable in your routine that you didn't even think about how you passed the time with someone you'd known since childhood. And Melanie was slowly, sluggishly beginning to realize she couldn't actually think of anything she and Bobby had done together in months. Maybe even years. She came over, they hung out, and it was all a pleasant, relaxing blur in her head.

Had she been doing… this… that whole time? Had Bobby done something to her head, hypnotized her to make her forget that she was polishing his knob every time she came over to the little in-law apartment he rented from his parents? It didn't seem possible, Melanie felt sure she would have resisted, but--but she was down on her knees, looking up at him right now with wide, simpering eyes that ached for guidance and direction. She needed him to tell her what to do, because her mind felt too weak and hollow and helpless on its own. If he could bring her to this state, Melanie didn't doubt that she would gratefully erase her own memories, simply to feel the peaceful satisfaction of having a command to follow.

Why… why would he wake her up, though? If he had her this well-trained, this blank and blissful and eager to obey, why would Bobby snap Melanie out of it--literally--and make her realize she'd been turned into a cock-guzzling sex slave for him? The moment she thought it, though, Melanie's hypnotized mind supplied the answer. Because he was conditioning her to accept it. These little moments when he woke her up and let her understand what was becoming, they trained her to normalize her own subjugation even though she always forgot them afterward. Every time he brought her out of trance and let her puzzle her way through the confusing thicket of lost memories and helpless obedience, she always came to the same conclusion, faster and faster each day. She was Bobby's brainwashed and obedient slut, and she couldn't imagine wanting to be anything else. It made her smile around the shaft in her mouth, and that was Bobby's cue to snap his fingers again and drop Melanie right back down into trance.

Football practice ended nearly an hour ago, but Dustin still smelled like clean sweat and exertion. Shauna noticed the scent when he came out of the locker rooms, and it instantly made her swoon… but she didn't realize just how badly it affected her until he whispered in her ear, "You know, nobody really pays attention to the field after it empties out," and the varsity cheerleader's eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed at the seductive vibrato in his baritone voice. Something about the raw masculinity in his aroma, the implications of exertion and raw physical power, it--it just affected her. She couldn't think about it and she didn't want to think about it, she only wanted to breathe deep and sink deeper into his scent.

He must have known what he was doing to her, because he walked her back out onto the field like he had a plan. Dustin guided Shauna down to her knees on the soft grass, eliciting a surprising surge of warm gratitude--she hadn't realized she was actually giddy with arousal, but when she didn't have to stand anymore and she could just slump there inhaling draft after draft of his aroma directly into her lungs it finally hit her exactly how dizzy Dustin's scent was making her. It was… it was almost like a drug, she thought to herself, barely even noticing that she was leaning up against him and eagerly nuzzling his crotch like an excited puppy. It was very much like a drug, and Shauna was very susceptible to its mind-altering effects.

So much so, in fact, that when Dustin snapped his fingers to get her attention and murmured, "Why don't you get out of those tight clothes, babe?" Shauna leapt at the chance to strip naked for him, wriggling her way out of her uniform with a giggly enthusiasm she was too horny to really question. Consequences felt dim and distant, abstract and unimportant compared to the urge to display her body for the handsome young man, and anyway Dustin was right--they were all alone out here on the field, without a groundskeeper in sight, and even if someone did stumble on them she was sure they'd just yell at them to stop. This was a college campus, after all. Plenty of students did weird and wild stuff on a daily basis.

Shauna's brain remained stuck in those vague, nonsensical rationalizations right up until the moment Dustin pushed his prick into her vacant mouth--then everything else went away, and it was just the scent and the taste and the utter sensory overload of having her face fucked by as much of his cock as he could fit past her lips. He gathered her short dark hair into his fingers, holding her head still so his hips could rock back and forth directly into the drooling, spluttering orifice, and Shauna found to her absolute delight that her cunt throbbed with every thrust in sympathetic ecstasy. She loved being used like this. She loved getting her face plowed by Dustin's dick. And she loved most of all that anyone might walk by and see her like this.

Eventually he came down her throat, and then the two of them sat down on the grass with Shauna's head in Dustin's lap and his fingers in her pussy. He spoke to her, emphasizing the scent of his sweat and the feeling of intense, visceral arousal she was experiencing while he played with her… and although Shauna knew she would forget all of this, deep down she would remember the effect he had on her. And it would make her all that much weaker for the next time he took her.

Updated list of stories with my own personal favorite niche kink: Asian F2F transformation.

I try to keep a running list of stories and captions here, but thought I'd share what I have so far - and see if I'm missing anything.

OTTII Universe

Race Queen by TOXIS

An American model travels to Japan to work exclusively for a big conglomerate.

Big League Changes by James J. Craft

Nicole Smith has been drafted to play for the OTTII Proton All Star baseball team in Kobe, Japan, a farm team for a major U.S. Major League Ball Team. She knows this is her one and only shot at fulfilling her plan of playing in the “Big-Leagues”. What she doesn’t know, is that the nefarious OTTII Corporation (the team’s owner) has a very different plan for her.

Policy Changes by James J. Craft

The OTTII Corporation has just acquired the Singaporean firm where Abbey works. She’s young and aggressive and having problems dealing with the new direction the company is taking.

JPop Idol by The Mayor of Cherish

Melody is transformed into a Japanese pop star.

Poker Queen by TheHandsThatLead

Janine is a top poker play, but the men still don’t take her seriously. Now she’s in the biggest private game in LA and she’s going to play for everything.

Dani’s Final Serve by BPAP

When Danielle attends a sporting Academy in Florida it’s not just her career that begins to change…

The Nineteenth Hole by TheHandsThatLead

Mikayla is trying to break in to the professional golf tour, will a trip to Japan’s mega-conglomerate OTTII to play on their new tour get her closer to her dream?

Mr. Grey Stories

Discrimination by Mr Grey

Three co-workers find out how their office will be filling a diversity quota.

The Replacement by Mr Grey

Ami, the token overachieving, Asian High School senior, has found out she’s been made redundant. Now, her class gets to decide what niche she should fill.

Camp Whol Nu Yu (Chapter 7) by Mr Grey

Can the girls figure out the mystery behind this cult-like summer camp? How much longer can they stave off become ditzy sluts, when mere suggestions seem to warp their minds and bodies?

Cynthia and The Stone by Mr Grey

Jack has something very special to show to Cynthia.

Rev. Hale Stories

New User Demographics by Rev. Hale

Jordan tries out a new fashion app, but it seems to keep forcing them into problematic self-identities.

Hospitality by Rev. Hale

Befriending the neighbors doesn't have to be a chore.

A Cleared Head by Rev. Hale

Harold uses an experimental gas on his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Regressive Progression by Rev. Hale

A recently dumped boyfriend decides he’s going to change his ex’s mind, along with a few other things. Luckily, he has a mysterious new power to make her into the woman he’s always wanted; the woman she’s always been afraid of becoming.

Asian Blondes Have More Fun by Rev. Hale

Some boys can just be so rude.

Full Orientation by Rev. Hale

Linda has to adjust to some unexpected changes at her new job.

EMCSA and Other Full Stories

Changing the Rules: Asian Stereotypes by Various

The world is run on rules and taboos. What happens if you change a few of them?

Masks by Fool's Page

Women are kidnapped, fitted with masks, and turned into suckfuck girls.

The Perfect Girlfriend by Twirling Thoughts

Vi is concerned about how her boyfriend wants her to act more obedient.

Halloween Sucks! by Volt Namazuros

Two girls have a great plan to get some easy grades. Surely nothing will go wrong?

A Little Knowledge by Chrystal Wynd

Two young occult students find a seemingly harmless spellbook.

Not Guilty by Reason of Omnipotence by The Sympathetic Devil

A routine reckless driving case turns out to be anything but when the defendant makes an unusual plea.

Anime DNA by Kris P Kreme

Keith’s new poster really gets under his girlfriend’s skin.

The Human Doll Program by Joe Forest

John wins his stepdaughter Kimiko in a raffle.

Eroticon Virus by Lovelynice

A teenage boy’s elaborate hoax triggers mass hysteria with erotic consequences in a Japanese city...and maybe it isn’t as much of a hoax as he thinks...

Turning Japanese by Jukebox

Josie’s a great girl, and Paul loves her a lot, but there’s something he’d like to change about her. He’d like to get her a little more interested in some of the things that he’s excited about, like anime.

Wishbone: The Slutty Professor by The Sympathetic Devil

One of Dr. Elise Chen’s students has acquired the magical wishbone and uses it to make her economics class a bit more interesting.

Whee So Horny by William Pratt

“Did no one explain how this works to you madam… sorry, sir?

Oh dear, this must have been quite a shock for you. ‘Speed Swap’ isn’t regular speed dating. We actually swap participants’ bodies.

It gives everyone the chance to get to know the real person, you know?

Anyway, I’m sure your date will be back soon with your body. They probably just stepped out for some air.

Ah! That was 40 minutes ago?

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