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“Yes, Greg is right here!” Karen told her sister.  “Should I give him the phone?”

“No!  Listen, Karen!  You need to get away from him!   Just leave your house and run!” Cheryl said.

“Now why on Earth would I do that, Cheryl?” She said with a laugh.  “He’s my favorite nephew!”

“No, he’s a monster!  Karen, listen!  Focus!  He’s got a device that messes with your head!  Makes you think things…do things….want things!  Oh God, what he made me do….made me feel…Karen, you’ve got to run!”

“You’re just being silly, Cheryl!” Karen said.  “Now I’m going to have to let you go!  I can’t take my clothes off and hold the phone!”

“You could put her on speaker,” Greg suggested.

“Of course!” Karen exclaimed. “You have so many great ideas Greg! Smart AND good looking!  No wonder you’re my favorite nephew!”

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“And you’re my favorite Auntie because of that tight ass of yours, Karen!” Greg said as she removed her pants. “Sorry Mom, but your sister has a nicer ass than you.”

“Greg, you bastard!” Cheryl said on speaker phone.  “You let Karen go right now! You can’t get away with this!”

“Well, I’ll go if Karen wants me to, of course,” he said.

“Of course not!” Karen said.  “Not before you fuck my brains out!”

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“You have to believe me, Karen!” Cheryl whined.  “You’re going to regret this!”

“I’m a cock hungry slut, Cheryl,” Karen announced.  “And Greg’s cock is my favorite. What could I possibly regret?”

“No, it’s not you!” Cheryl insisted.  “It’s his device!  He’s in your head!”

Karen giggled.

“Not yet!  But soon!  Very soon!” She said, looking hungrily at her nephew’s cock.

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“I’m going to put you on mute, Mom,” Greg said.  “You’re welcome to keep listening but I wouldn’t want you to distract Karen from her work.”

“You can’t do this, Gre…” Cheryl exclaimed before he muted her.

“Now, Auntie Karen, I believe you were about to suck my dick,” he said.  “Assuming you still want to.”

“More than anything!” Karen affirmed.

Mrs. Jensen is confused

“Peter, are you using that reality engine again”

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“What makes you say that, Mrs. Jensen?” The young man asked innocently.

“My dress!” She said, as if he didn’t know.  “It was never this short!  And the neckline!  I’m about to fall out of it!  There’s no way I would have put something like this on! You changed it, didn’t you?”

“Why on Earth would I do that, Mrs. Jensen?” He asked.

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“Oh, don’t you act all innocent with me, Peter!” She said, putting her hands-on her hips and sticking out her chest defiantly as was her habit.  “Everyone in the neighborhood knows you have a device that messes with reality AND that you’re a pervert! I don’t even know why I came over to your house! You probably used your reality engine thingy to trick me to coming here!”

“I just wanted to get to know you, Mrs. Jensen,” the young man.  “Just have you over for a drink to be neighbourly!  But I think you may have had too much.  You seem very confused.”

“What are you even talking about?” She demanded. “You think I can’t handle my liquor? Cuz I can tooally handle my liquor!”

She giggled.  The very idea that she couldn’t handle her liquor was preposterous.  Peter might be cute but he didn’t know the first thing about her!

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“It’s just, you seem confused about a lot of things, Mrs. Jensen,” he said.

“ MmmMmmMmm!” She denied, shaking her head in a way that seemed to make the whole room wobble gently.  "I’m naw confused! Yer confused an confused and, like, confused!“

"I’m not the one accusing my neighbor of having a reality engine,” he pointed out.

“No, no, no, no, no!” She said shaking a scolding finger at him.  "Yer naw gun get away wif gettin’ away wif that!  Everybody knows ‘wash out for Pee'er an his really real realicy engine tha’ mace all the neighbor layzees have real big titties!“

"You think it’s my fault so many of the women in this neighborhood are so, um, well endowed?” He asked, incredulous.

“Yes, cuz you like big tizzies an’ girls wif big tizzies so you use yer big tizzies machine to give us big tizzies!” She accused him, punctuating it with a slug from her whiskey bottle that she could totally handle, no matter what anybody with a big tittie making reality engine might say.

“Are you saying you don’t like my big ol’ titsies tha’ you may wif yer reallaly enshun?” She asked, drizzling whiskey on the big old titties in question.

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<God I’m such a slutty flirt when I drink,> she thought to herself. <But I can totally handle it.>

“I….I like them, yes,” he said, flustered to Mrs. Jensen’s delight.  “I’m just not taking responsibility for them.”

“No yer nots!” She agreed.  “I’m asponable for my own big titties an my own big titsies can totally hanl their whissey!”

“Well, yes, I’m sure you and your titties are certainly big enough to handle whiskey on your own,” he conceded to her satisfaction.  “I’m just concerned that in combination with all those pills you took, you might be confused.”

“I’m… confused?” She asked her twelve foot tall neighbor with the glowing pnk eyes as he started down at her from way above.

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Was he trying to look down her shirt at her big ol’ tittie? She pulled it down to be helpful.

“With all that in your system, I don’t think you know what’s real or not just now,” said the anthropomorphic bunny rabbit with the big cock.  “Why don’t I tuck you in my bed and you can sleep it off.”

“Why don’t you fuck me in your bed and get me off?” She asked the well-hung bunny man.

Bunnies we’re good at fucking.  She knew that for sure.

“Well, that would work too,” the bunny man agreed and picked her up to take her to his bed.

At least she was pretty sure that was what really happened.  She may have been confused.

concerns

Brandi: Your mom and I have some concerns, Oliver.

Oliver: What are you concerned about, Aunt Brandi?

Brandi: It’s this psyonics crap you’ve been obsessed with.  It isn’t normal.  It isn’t healthy.  Back me up here, Julia Ann.

Julia Ann: Yes it’s…confusing.  your aunt and I are concerned.  And confused.  And warm….so warm….

Brandi: Julia? What’s wrong?  Oliver!  Are you doing something to your mother?

Oliver: Should I do something to my mother Aunt Brandi?

Brandi: No!  You leave her alone!

Oliver: I love how protective you are of your sister, Aunt Brandi. You must really love her.

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Brandi: Of course I love her!

Oliver: And you love Aunt Brandi too, don’t you Julia Ann?

Julia Ann: So much!  I love Brandi so much!  Makes me so warm!

Oliver: You just make each other so happy, I can tell!

Brandi: My sister makes me happy….so happy…cuz I love her…<giggle>

Julia Ann: I love my sister so much! <giggle>

Oliver: I get the feeling you’d do anything to make each other happy.

Brandi: Anything for my pretty, pretty sissy. <Giggle>

Julia Ann: You know us so we’ll, Oliver!

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Oliver: Not as well as you know each other. You’re just so cute together, the way you care so much for each other. The way you admire each other.

Brandi: You’re so wonderful, Julia Ann!  So precious!  So lovely!

Julia Ann: You make me so happy, Brandi! I love everything about you! I love your voice. I love your hair!  I love your lips! And good God but I love your boobs!

Brandi: You love my boobs?

Julia Ann: They’re the best!  They’re perfect!

Brandi: Do you… Do you want to touch them?

Julia Ann: Would you let me?

Brandi: Of course! You’re my sister!  I’ll do anything to make you happy!

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Julia Ann: Oh!  This does make me happy!  So happy! You have such incredible titties!

Brandi: I…I like this.  Your touch, it…it makes everything better!  I…I can’t even remember what I was concerned about before.

Julia Ann: I’m never concerned when I’m touching your titties, Sis!

Brandi: Can I… Can I touch yours?

Julia Ann: Of course, my dear, precious sister! You only had to ask!

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Brandi: Oh, Julia Ann!  You’re so…you’re just so….Oliver, why are you…why are you watching us?

Julia Ann: Shuh Shuh Shuh… Everything’s fine, Brandi. Nothing to be concerned about. Oliver just wants you to enjoy my boobs.

Brandi: Your boobs?  I do enjoy your boobs.  My sister’s boobs that I love.  But Oliver…

Julia Ann: Oliver should enjoy my boobs. They’re good boobs.  He’s a good boy.

Brandi: They are good boobs… Such good boobs…

Oliver: I’m so glad you agree with me about Julia Ann’s very good boobs.

Brandi: I agreed with you.  Of course I agree.

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Julia Ann: I don’t know why you were concerned about your Aunt Brandi, Oliver.  I knew you could make her understand. Just like you made me understand.

Brandi:  What did he make me understand? I’m confused…

Oliver: That’s good, Aunt Brandi!  It’s good to understand that you’re confused!  That was one of the first things you needed to understand!

Julia Ann: That’s my pretty, confused sis!  You’re doing so well?

Brandi: I am?

Oliver: You are, Brandi!  You’re understanding more and more!

Brandi: More and more…help me understand more and more, Oliver. Please?

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Oliver: There’s nothing wrong with me using psyonics on you and your pretty sister.

Brandi: There’s nothing wrong with you using psyonics on me and my pretty sister.

Oliver: You accept and enjoy everything I do to your mind and body.

Brandi:  I accept and enjoy everything you do to my mind and body.

Oliver:There’s nothing wrong with fucking and being fucked by your pretty sister.

Brandi: There’s nothing wrong with fucking and being fucked by my pretty sister.

Oliver: You want to help me teach other women to understand the way your pretty sister helped you.

Brandi: I want to help you teach other women to understand the way my pretty sister helped me. 

Oliver: And most of all, you understand that you are happiest when I use you as the silly sex toy you are.

Brandi: And most of all,  I understand that I am happiest when you use me as the silly sex toy I am. 

Oliver: Now then, before I slip out of your mind and into your body, do you have any concerns Brandi?

Brandi: No concerns… everything’s….nice…

Keeping It Interesting

Mrs. Kennedy hired me to pursue her divorce against her husband.  I’m on retainer for a large company, but as a perk they do let me hang my shingle and take on occasional clients, just to keep things interesting.  And Mrs. Kennedy certainly keeps things interesting.

With my help, she took her husband for the house and half their saving and investments to make certain she could maintain the lifestyle she had become accustomed to.

Of course, to keep things interesting, I’d been slowly getting Mrs. Kennedy accustomed to a different sort of lifestyle.  Each meeting in my office was an excuse to dose her with one of my primary employer’s delightful products.  I uploaded each document she had to review for the divorce to a tablet loaded with their latest subliminal programs.  I had my secretary offer treats laced wit Sodium Ditzolin at every opportunity and she was soon hooked on the stuff. It was actually her that first proposed we go out for drinks that first night.  And when she drunkenly blew me with my cock lubed up with the Sodium Ditzolin-infused lubricant, she was soon addicted to that too.

The day before the divorce settlement was finalized, I suggested she spend the day at the Pampered Princess Day Spa to relax.  She was taking just about all my suggestions at that point.  So when she walked into the courthouse, it was with her BimboTech body and a dress that would be illegal in some states.

We got everything we asked for.  The hearing went on for a while, but mostly because everyone kept getting distracted by Mrs. Kennedy’s tits.  The settlement was a foregone conclusion, given that my employers had arranged for Mrs. Kennedy to arrive in the judge’s chambers an hour early.  They had done work on the man’s wife a year before, but who doesn’t enjoy some variety?

And so that’s how I wound up with my vacation home.  Well, technically, it belongs to Mrs. Kennedy but she’s always delighted to have me stay as long as I want.  I asked my employers to let her keep her wits, but make her utterly devoted to me and incredibly cock-hungry.  It requires more headwork than a straight-up bimbofication, but my employers really value the services I provide.  I have access to plenty of bimbos and often party with them at Mrs. Kennedy’s place, getting her so wasted she might as well be a bimbo.

But when I’m not taking advantage of her more obvious uses, I need her to have her wits about her.   When word got out about the huge settlement I got her, all of her wealthy friends wanted to ask her about it.  I get a referral from Mrs. Kennedy about every other week.

And it does keep things interesting.


Tamalanya the Inscrutable

The enchantress Tamalanya the Inscrutable had failed in her first assault on The Dark Mage Dakorian. His wards protecting his stronghold were powerful and he cast spells with dizzying speed. She had been forced to flee and abandon her efforts to rescue Vanora the Valiant. But she had not left empty handed: She had captured the wizard’s familiar! Her cloak smoking with the power of the wizard’s counter attack, she had snatched up the demonic snake where it slithered at his feet and retreated to the dark forest that was her demesne.

It was a strategic retreat. With the Dark Mage’s familiar in her possession, Tamalanya knew she could defeat him. All she had to do was bend the demonic snake to her will and take its name.

She began with a simple binding spell. After a three-day mystical battle, it was hard to summon up the energy for more. But the snake just stared at her dumbly, almost like it was no familiar at all but only a dumb reptile. Tamalanya knew that wasn’t true, though. She could feel the power emanating from it. She just had to make that power hers.

And so she tried more powerful, more potent spells, though she was near exhaustion. Surely the Dark Mage must realize how spent she was, she reasoned, so time was of the essence. She needed to go back on the offensive or she would find herself besieged by the dark mage and his minions within her very forest! But her more powerful binding spells failed as well and she found herself just staring at the snake in frustration and exhaustion.

The snake stared back at her with dead eyes. Neither of them blinked. And slowly it dawned on Tamalanya that she did not need spells or trinkets. Staring into this creature’s eyes was sufficient. She just had to stare and stare. That was the secret to gaining control. Her magic was useless. Her will was useless. All that was needed was to stare.

Not taking her eyes from the demon, she shed her cloak and under-robes, urging the snake by sympathetic magic to shed the skin of its old servitude to Dakorian. One by one, she removed her talismans and fetishes, encouraging the familiar to drop its own defenses.

Staring deep into reptilian eyes, she knew there was but one more needful thing. She whispered her most secret true name to the serpent. And in a hissing voice of power, it said her true name back to her and spoke the words of binding.

And then Tamalanya the Inscrutable lay back on the forest floor, legs spread wide, and welcomed Her Master to her womanhood. Her screams of ecstatic devotion echoed through the forest until at last she knew only darkness.

Tamalanya the Insatiable awoke on the forest floor and arose to her feet. She brushed the detritus of the forest from her naked body. Her Master slithered up her leg, around her waist, between her breasts and then came to rest around her neck.


“Where shall I take you, My Master?” She asked.

“To the keep of the Dark Mage Dakorian,” the demon snake hissed gently in her ear. “I have a gift for him.”

As Tamalanya walked naked out of the forest, she wondered what the gift might be ….

The Bunny Agreement


Okay! Enough already! I did what you asked! I showed you my tits. I gave you a blow job, you bastard! Now turn this thing off and get it of my ass!

Okay Christie okay. A deal is a deal. But are you really sure you want me to? I mean you seem to be enjoying it.

I don't… I don’t want to enjoy it… I shouldn’t enjoy any of this…it makes it so hard to….think…

Well, of course, a good girl shouldn’t enjoy it. But a bad girl would, wouldn’t she? Are you a bad girl, Christie? A bad girl who likes things up her ass? Is that why you’re enjoying it?

No, you… You’re confusing me… You’re confusing me with this thing up my ass…

How could you get confused by a thing up your ass, Christie? You get confused in your head, don’t you? Or have you started thinking with your ass?

Thinking… With my ass? Oh…

We should probably test that out before I turn it off. I’ll turn it up instead and see if it makes it harder for you to think. If it does, we’ll know you must be thinking with your ass. And then we’ll know if you’re a bad girl, which seems like an important thing to know. That’s reasonable right?

It's… It’s reasonable?… Oh… Oh my god… Oh my god that feels so good!

Now, if you want me to turn it off, just say “Good girl Christie doesn’t want to come!” But if you want me to leave it on, just moan in orgasmic pleasure.

OoooooooohOooooooooohOooooooooooooooooh!

OK! On it is then! I didn’t really think you wanted me to turn it off. You just wanted an excuse to blow me, didn’t you Christie?

Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!

I thought so….

The Biddy Committee

“Martha! Eunice! Please! This is serious!” Abigail chided. “There are people in this very neighborhood practicing the occult!

"Oh goodness! How terrible, Abbie!” Eunice exclaimed, then burst into another round of giggles with Martha.

“You’re both being very childish,” Diane said, scowling. “Abigail is trying to let us know about a real threat to the community! Who knows what these satanists might be doing?”

“They could be sacrificing our pets to the Devil!” Pauline pointed out. “Has anyone seen my pussy recently?”

Martha and Eunice just giggled more at that, which Pauline found very insensitive.

“It’s more serious than your pussy, Pauline,” Abigail insisted. “I believe these young men may be altering the very fabric of reality with demonic power! They could be changing things around us and we wouldn’t even be aware of it!”

“We might even all be naked!” Martha volunteered, making Eunice snicker.

Abigail sighed in frustration.

“Stop being so childish about this, you silly cunts!” she said. “We’re all grown whores here, and you two are acting like teenaged bimbosluts!”

Diane gasped.

“Abigail!” she said. “Such language!”

“What do you mean, Diane?” Abigail said. “I speak frankly like any mature twat who takes herself seriously. If you want to be a silly trollop like these two, that’s your prerogative, I suppose, but I’ve sucked too many dicks in my day to start giggling about Pauline’s precious pussy!

"I love my pussy!” Pauline declared both hands at her crotch. “I love my pussy so much!”

“We all love your pussy, Pauline,” Abigail assured here. “And on a normal day I’m sure we could devote committee time to eating you out, but this group of young men with demonic powers in our neighborhood needs to take precedence over your twat, the bimbos gigglefest and Diane’s prudishness!”

“I’m sorry, Abigail,” Diane said. “I don’t know what got into me. You’d think I was a fucking virgin and not the most popular cum dumpster in town! Do you think this occult group might be using their powers to fuck with our heads?”

“I suppose it’s possible,” Abigail conceded. “Anything is possible where the occult is concerned.”

“Maybe they’ll give us big fake titties!” Eunice suggested.

“Don’t be stupid, Eunice,” Abigail chided. “We already HAVE big fake titties! We’re the Titty Committee, for fuck sake! Having big titties is the whole point of the club!”

“I love my big fake titties!” Pauline declared, grabbing jer big fake titties and squeezing her nipples.“

Eunice and Martha giggled and started knocking their titties together to create a boobular Newton’s Cradle.

"Oh fuck me in the ass with a cucumber! Will you stupid cunts focus!” Abigail demanded. “PLEASE remember why I called you all here! There are young men with demonically big dicks in our neighborhood practicing the occult and we need to figure out how we’re going to get them to fuck us! This is important, damnit!”

At last, they all quieted down, imagining what demonically-enhanced peckers might look like. Martha timidly raised her hand. Abigail sighed.

“Yes, Martha?” she asked.

“We could ask them,” Martha said. “We could ask them to fuck our brains out. We could say please.”

Abigail raised a perfectly-groomed eye brow.

“Fuck that!” Diane said. “We’re the Titty Committee! We don’t need to ask! We should march right over and demand they plow us in every hole!”

“Diane is right,” she said. “I mean, look at us! We’re hot as fuck! We don’t need to beg. Let’s just get dressed and go get us some cock! Even with occult powers, they can’t resist jugs like these! Meeting adjourned!”

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Did you like the movie, Hannah?

I don’t know… I don’t know anything…

Well you took off all your clothes. So you must have liked it.

I must have liked it…

And that also means that you’re ready to learn about other things that you like.

I like other things?

Oh yes, you like lots of things. But most of all, when I tell you it’s time to watch a movie, you like to sit down and watch it and do what you’re told.

I like to sit down and watch it and do what I’m told.

You don’t like to think about why I want you to watch the movie or what happens after; when I say it’s movie time, you just like to relax and not have to think about anything and just watch the movie.

I don’t like to think about why you want me to watch the movie or what happens after… When you say it’s movie time,…. I just like to relax and not have to think about anything and just watch the movie…

Good girl, Hannah! We only have 15 minutes. And there are lots of things you’re going to need to learn to like. But you like to learn the things I tell you.

I like to learn the things you tell me…

mmmm….oohh…oh god, Sheryl. We have to…mmmmm….we have to stop!

Mmmmmm…..oh Sylvie….I don’t want to stop…never want to stop…you’re so hot!

I….uuuuh….I don’t want to stop….either….but…but this might be our only chance…. oooooooo…. only chance to get away. He made us feel this way, Sheryl. Uh!Uh!Uh!… we’re not….we’re not even….not even gay. No….no…not gay…just really….really want to eat your pussy!

Oh god that would be so hot! Oh Sheryl! But…but…he left us alone! He won’t be back for hours!

We could fuck for hours! Hours and hours, Sylvie! Mmmmmmmmmmm….

Yes….oh yes…no! No, that’s not…I mean… we should leave….get away from him….and then fuck….and fuck some more….fuck lots….but not here…,we have to get…get away….and fuck….

Fuck all our cares away…. Fuck me, Sylvie! Fuck me!

Oh Sheryl! Oh yes! But…but I had a plan….we were….we were going to….to escape…

Too horny to escape… Mmmmm…fuck now…escape later…escape when not so horny…can’t escape when you’re horny, Sylvie…

That…that makes sense, Sheryl…you’re so…so smart…and so hot…But what…what if…what if he come back….and finds us fucking….and it makes him hard…and he…and his cock….OH GOD I LOVE HIS COCK! I’LL NEVER LEAVE IT! NEVER NEVER NEVER!!!!

You can suck his cock first, Sylvie. But only if you let me eat your pussy.

Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me forever! Fuck me forever!

Practical Applications

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