#jay aury

Don't think of it as your girlfriend being corrupted into a gorgeous beembo drone.

Think of it as her becoming flirtier.

More affectionate.

More delicious as you lick the honey off her bare skin.

She's still herself.

She's just bustier.

Sweeter.

And has lots of wonderful, blonde sisters who can't get enough of cuties who stumble into the hive, so drunk on beembo honey they can't resist.

Can't escape.

Can only sink under their kisses.

Sink into their breasts.

Sink into the honeypot until their minds are gooey, golden, and melty.

So happy and moaning as beembos kiss them.

Stroke them.

Sink them deeper.

Deeper.

Warning:

When harvesting beembo honey, DO NOT make eye contact with beembos.

DO NOT talk to them.

DO NOT look at them.

DO NOT listen to them.

DO NOT deviate from path.

DO NOT let your mind go fuzzy from their buzzing.

DO NOT let them kiss you with mind-numbing lipstick.

DO NOT attempt to lick honey off their breasts.

DO NOT remove your protective equipment.

DO NOT let them pull you into a honey pot.

WE WILL NOT RISK RESCUING YOU.

YOU WILL BE ON YOUR OWN.

THEY BEEMBOS WILL TURN YOU INTO A HONEY DRONE.

YOU WILL BE A MINDLESS TOY TO THEM.

It wasn't hard to tame a slime girl. You just needed self-control.

Sure, her slime could numb your brain, but you'd need a lot of it. Practically bathe in it. A few kisses wouldn't do anything.

And she was such a good kisser.

Loved kissing you.

Kissing your face.

Your chest.

Lower.

Lower...

And there wasn't really a risk letting her breasts squish against you.

Her tentacles wrap around you. Hugging you.

Squeezing you.

You weren't in any real danger as her ooze trapped your lower body.

Melted your clothes.

Tingled on your skin.

Yeah. You're still in... in control. You're still... still the master. You can... ah... can tell her to s-stop whenever.

Yeah.

You're the master.

The good master.

Master feels good.

You can tell her... tell her to stop whe... whenever...

But maybe... maybe later.

Oh no! Who could have predicted that serum M-00 would give her huge, honkin' milky breasts!

And oh heck! Looks like she spilled it all over herself! Dangit. What a clumsy girl she is.

Not to worry though! That cute new lab assistant can help milk her while she works on a cure.

Pump her big, sloshing tits.

Massage those massive mammaries.

And sure, the cure might be years off. But not to worry! As long as her studly assistant doesn't taste any of the milk, she's sure he won't become her dumb, horny love slave.

Oh no! Looks like she accidentally spilled some of her milk into his coffee and forgot to tell him. Dangit.

It was so smart of you to bind that imp to guide you through the dungeon.

So brilliant.

So clever.

She'd definitely never steer you wrong.

Or into all those intelligence debuff traps.

Oh but don't worry! You can trust her. She can't disobey you.

Just a shame you keep losing intelligence points.

Keep getting dumber.

Sillier.

Harder to focus on anything but her big, bouncy breasts.

Mmm. Not to worry, though. She'll show you the way.

Tell you what to do.

Like take off your clothes.

Bury your face in her breasts.

Be a good toy for her.

A good bimbo.

Uh oh, master. Looks like you missed this week's payment on your busty bimbo bunnybot!

Good news though! According to your contract, you can keep me. Cyberdine Industries just needs to use a bit of your mind for processing power.

Don't worry. You'll still be you. Just a bit... dumber.

But that's okay. You don't need all your brain. Don't need to think. Not with a sexy bunnybot around. A pretty bimbo bot happy to kiss you. Happy to let you play with her breasts. So easy to enjoy me and not think. Not worry.

Like about making next week's payment.

And don't worry. If Cyberdine happens to end up using your whole brain, I'll keep your body nice and happy.

Nice and comfy between my breasts.

Nice and snuggled between your bunnybot's legs.

Because I love my master so very much.

The drow was right. No way you could sneak through the dark elf city without her help.

But was the slave outfit really necessary?

The leash?

The enchanted collar?

But not to worry. The collar wouldn't activate unless you came.

It wouldn't turn you into her obedient, horny thrall so long as you didn't spurt.

So you just... just had to not get too horny.

No matter how much she touched you.

Rubbed against you.

Stroked you in front of the guards.

You... you could hold out.

No problem.

It was just a few days with her holding your leash.

With her teasing.

Her touching.

Her grinding.

Her... her sucking.

You... you could hold out.

Not become her pet.

Her thrall.

You could...

...could...

The slime girl raises a good point, you don't know what licking a purple slime would do.

You know green slimes are poisonous, blues are hallucinogenic, and reds are corruptive. But no one knows what purples do.

So... why not give her a lick?

For science, of course.

Certainly not because you've heard theories that there are some slimes that can entrance people. That their juices send people into a euphoric haze where they'll obey any commands.

Of course not.

It's for science.

For science that you lean in and run your tongue along her wobbling breast.

For science that the world hazes and your head grows light as if filled with purple clouds.

For science that your hypersensitive skin tingles and you moan as her body flows around you, melting your clothes.